Saed

Saed moved like he was tracing something unseen, each shift in his body carrying a quiet intensity. In the studio, the air felt charged, his presence filling the space without effort. On the dance floor, movement became something closer to language, a story told through weight and rhythm. Photographing him wasn’t just about capturing motion, it was about feeling the energy he left behind, the echoes of each step, the way he carved space and let it speak.