Alex Grahamson solo

Alex Grahamson stretches across the bed, his light brown hair falling over his shoulders as he arches his back with hands behind his head, then drops forward onto his knees, each pose sharp, deliberate, his body moving only to frame himself just so. The patterned blue sheets stay taut beneath him, whether he’s lying on his side with legs bent or flat on his stomach, lifting them high to show the smooth, unmarked skin. No one else is there, just the way he holds the camera’s gaze, smiling, as if daring you to look closer.