Plumage

2026

An explosion of colour fills the frame—coral, peach, and soft ember tones layered feather upon feather, each strand catching the light as if lit from within. Against the deep black backdrop, the flamingo’s body becomes pure presence: sculptural, luminous, and almost unreal in its intensity.

The feathers are the story here. Loose, flowing, and impossibly intricate, they dissolve the boundary between form and movement. What looks soft at a distance reveals structure up close—barbs, curves, and subtle gradients working together in a quiet act of excess. Beauty, unapologetically abundant.

I began photographing flamingos in 2016, initially drawn in by their colour alone. That attraction quickly deepened into something closer to obsession. The more I worked with them, the more I realized how endlessly variable they are, how light transforms them, how their feathers seem to carry atmosphere as much as hue.

Ten years on, I am still working with flamingos, returning to this visual language of bright colour set against black. It has become a trademark over the years—not to isolate the bird, but to let the plumage speak fully, loudly, and without distraction. This image is less about a flamingo, and more about colour discovering its own voice.