A dark, late-night bar filled with smoky blues and deep, cyans, with one narrow beam of warm light from an old-fashioned ceiling lamp illuminating a single figure. He’s a man with a weary expression, sitting alone at the corner table with a glass of creamy advocaat in front of him. The frame focuses primarily on him – his worn-out face and the uneasy tranquility it holds. The rest of the bar’s patrons appear blurred, giving the shot a sense of depth and enhancing the man’s solitude. The camera stays at eye level, adding to the authenticity of the scene. The space around him is barely touched by the light, further isolifying him. The bar’s mirrors reflect a haze of blue, adding balance to the image by almost serving as a cold, contrasting border to the man’s warm spotlight. This shot holds still, no significant movement, just the occasional flicker from the lamp or the swirl in his glass.