Moose and Bob Randall

Bob Randall stands shirtless against a wall, his dark hair framing a muscular chest dusted with coarse hair, hands gripping the railing as he leans forward with a, unfiltered intensity. The black-and-white frames cut to him squatting low, legs spread wide, before shifting to color where he lounges on a vehicle’s hood, hands behind his head in a pose that stretches his body taut. Every angle, sitting on a chair, sprawled on metal, or crouched with his weight resting on his knees, captures the, unpolished power of his build and the deliberate control in his movements.