Cecil Taylor, NYC, 1989

I’ve stared at this print for ten minutes straight and his energy still feels like it’s about to spill off the page. The black-and-white contrast really captures the rawness of that 1989 NYC performance, and the motion in his dreadlocks somehow reads as both chaos and control. It’s the kind of piece

The way his dreadlocks freeze mid-motion makes the whole frame feel alive, like the shutter caught a split second of pure improvisation. Printed with real depth in the blacks and whites, it’s the kind of image that pulls you in every time you walk past it.

You can almost feel the music in this shot—the way his dreadlocks freeze mid-motion captures that wild, improvisational spirit perfectly. The black-and-white grain gives it a raw, live-club texture that makes my wall feel like a jazz cellar. It's been up for a month and I still stop to stare.