Red brick and mortar form the background. There is a crack slightly right of center that runs from slightly above the middle to the end of the frame. The wall was, deliberately or haphazardly put together in such a way that seems old and yet attractive in a modernist way. Adding to the overall roughness is the texture of the mortar, much of which exudes out without having been trimmed off to align with the the surface of the brick. The bricks are each unique, different chips, different holes of different sizes and shapes and depth, and each brick has a slightly different tone of crimson. This is a brick wall of red rectangles and gray lines, upon whose closer inspection complements the finer and simpler foreground, the main character of a photograph who stands just a few inches in front of it. He is, like the crack on the wall behind him, standing slightly off center, though still revealing the crack behind him that runs down his left shoulder. His expression hints at some disapproval, or perhaps just thoughtfulness about some distant object he is focusing on. Perhaps he is scheming. He is not entirely in profile. You can see a little bit of his right cheek as his head is slightly turned to his right. The left corner of his lips is slightly pinched, pinched perhaps by the impression he has about what he is seeing or thinking. his lips have one of the few colors on him: dark red, almost like some of the bricks behind him. The lips are sealed, no sign of teeth that would suggest a more relaxed attitude.
While his head is turned slightly to the right, his eyes are turned even further to the right, revealing much of their white from their left sides. It is as if he doesn't want to turn too far towards whatever his eyes are focusing on. His shoulders are relaxed, no sign of hunching up, so whatever he is thinking or looking at can't be that stressful. Added to this theory is that he isn't frowning. He has thick, relatively dark eye brows, between which is skin that is as smooth as the rest of his face.
Where is he standing besides in front of a brick wall? There is ample light cast on him and on the wall, and more interestingly, light from above. His forehead and his nose, the only two protrusions on his body in this picture, show reflection from some bright source of natural light from above. But the shadows cast from his collars onto his chest suggest that equally bright light is coming from the direction of the target of his contemplation. But no direction has a strong enough light to cast a strong shadow from him. He is somewhere, watching one of the sources of light in some distance.
While his facial skin is a little dark, the skin on the little of his chest revealed to us is distinctly paler. But that could be because he is wearing a shirt that's completely black, except for the two buttons that reflect some of the light from where that same target of his contemplation. The buttons are not used, which help to reveal that paler part of his body that we can see. It is meant to add a slight tinge of sexiness to him. His chest has no texture, just a very, very pale coffee color that is in harmony with the red and gray background. And like the black shirt, there is no texture of any kind. The only other thing black is his hair. Cut a little short, styled with gel, in a haphazard way not unlike the way the brick and mortar were put together to make the wall behind him. The hair color here looks exactly like that of the shirt, completely dark, and separated from the shirt only by his head, the focus of this image. Between these two pieces of black fragments stands his yellowish brown face whose color and texture are interrupted only by the aforementioned lips, the nose, and the most important feature, the eyes. They are brown. But even more importantly, because they are looking at the source of light beaming from the side, they are twinkling, almost. That source of light is reflected on surface of both his eyes, straddling between the brown iris and the white, and giving his over expression a sense of optimism, not just pensiveness.
He is waiting for something, not a person or anything to arrive from outside. He is waiting for a thought. The brick wall betrays nothing about his location, not even whether he is indoors or outdoors, though the multi-directional lighting suggests indoors. To the left, balancing the crack on the right, is where the wall bends perpendicular towards us then bends again in the same manner. It's protrusion of some sort. But that only adds intrigue on where he might be and what thought he might be waiting for.
As soon as the thought comes to him, he will probably turn his head back in light with his chest and go and move on somewhere. And what will be left is this highly textured brick wall of many shades of the two colors, perhaps waiting for something else to come and stand in front, taking the current place of this man.
