Chasing the Chimera (2025)
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Holden’s carrying an old wooden chair with one leg broken off. Sometimes he sits in it anyway. Sometimes he drags it. Sometimes he leaves it behind and just keeps moving.
He’s in a black trench coat and dress shoes, walking through cliffs and sand like he got dropped there from somewhere else. The outfit doesn’t belong out here.
There’s a dark dog in a few of the scenes. It’s not friendly or aggressive—it’s just there. Following or leading. Maybe part of him.
He rests on jagged rocks. Lies in seaweed like it’s a bed. He finds comfort in places that don’t look comfortable.
Press: Rolling Stone, Dork Magazine
Photographer
Holden’s carrying an old wooden chair with one leg broken off. Sometimes he sits in it anyway. Sometimes he drags it. Sometimes he leaves it behind and just keeps moving.
He’s in a black trench coat and dress shoes, walking through cliffs and sand like he got dropped there from somewhere else. The outfit doesn’t belong out here.
There’s a dark dog in a few of the scenes. It’s not friendly or aggressive—it’s just there. Following or leading. Maybe part of him.
He rests on jagged rocks. Lies in seaweed like it’s a bed. He finds comfort in places that don’t look comfortable.
Press: Rolling Stone, Dork Magazine