Vincent Black

‘He stands on the subway platform, a man of striking contrasts. His crisp white shirt and dark tie speak of a world of boardrooms and business deals, yet the tattoos snaking up his arms whisper of a life less ordinary. The brown bag on his shoulder and the briefcase in his hand are the uniform of a corporate soldier, but the watch on his left wrist seems to pulse with a life of its own, as if counting down to something momentous. There’s an air of quiet intensity about him, a sense that he’s a man who operates on a different frequency from those around him. As you watch him, you can’t help but wonder: what stories lie behind those eyes? What secrets does he carry with him in the heart of the city? In that moment, you realize that this chance encounter might just be the beginning of an unexpected journey.’