Jack Finix solo

Jack Finix sits with his legs wide, dark hair framing a lean, clean-shaven face as he holds his own foot up to his mouth, the small object clutched near his groin while his fingers brush his skin. His patterned couch becomes a stage for the close-up focus on his toes, the way he tilts his head just enough to guide them into his mouth. The hands he presses together near his lap don’t hide anything, just frame the moment before the next move.