A smoky, dim-lit 1940s style bar scene at mid-night. Our subject, a middle-aged jazz musician, is seated at a worn-out piano near the stage. His face is partly illumined by a shaky neon light flickering at the corner, revealing a face criss-crossed with lines of life’s hardships and worries. A game of barbotte is being played in the background, the sounds filled with muffled laughter and mumbles, echoing in the confined space.
In the depth of the frame, waitresses in vintage red uniforms move restlessly like tremblers, serving customers, their images blurred and glowing due to the luminous light.
The camera gradually moves closer to the musician from a low angle shot, offering a perspective of both his weathered face and the white, worn-out keys of the piano. He pulls out a cracked liber-bark cigarette from his pocket and places it at the edge of his lips.
The room filled with hues of brown and grey, showcases a balance between the chaos of the bar and the forlorn musician, providing a stark contrast between vibrancy and solitude within the same environment.