Wire Stylist

When I photographed “Wire Stylist”, I was struck by the absurd elegance of decay — a rusted doorbell, its wires splayed like an eccentric haircut. The scene felt alive without life, playful and tragic in the same breath.

It wasn’t planned. I noticed it while walking past an old building, the kind of wall that’s been painted too many times and forgotten once too often. The exposed wires twisted outward in chaotic curls, catching light in a way that almost mocked order.
The eccentric “hair” needed asymmetry to feel spontaneous.

Straightening the shot would have sterilised the humour. I left slight tilt and irregular framing to preserve its found quality.