By skyforbes 
[Scene] Backstage at a grimy underground punk venue immediately after a set, or perhaps a locker room after a boxing match. The physical location doesn't matter much because the depth of field is so shallow, but the texture of the background is crucial: dark, undefined shapes of sweaty concrete, peeling posters, or battered metal lockers. The air is thick and humid.
[Lighting] Aggressive, single-source side lighting. Think a small, unmodified fresnel light just off-camera to the viewer's left, slightly above eye level. It cuts across the face, digging deep shadows into every wrinkle and piece of stubble. It’s high-contrast Rembrandt lighting. The shadow side of the face is almost completely lost to black, with just a tiny silver reflector bounce to give shape to the jawline.
[Color Grade] A heavy "Bleach Bypass" film process emulation. It's deeply desaturated, almost monotone, stripping away most vibrant colors but leaving behind a metallic, steely feel. Skin tones are pale and sickly, except for blood or flushed areas which pop with a deep, oxidized crimson. Contrast is cranked—crushed, inky blacks and sharp, specular highlights on sweat or eyes.
[Angle] Extreme Close-Up (ECU). The framing is unbelievably tight—chopping off the top of the forehead and just below the mouth. Strict adherence to the Rule of Thirds: The subject's nearest eye is precisely on the top-left intersection point, becoming the absolute anchor of the image. The camera is dead-level with their gaze.
[Pose] Zero movement. The subject is staring intensely, directly down the barrel of the lens. It’s an uncomfortable, confrontational stare. Smug expression, head tilted down slightly. 21:9 Ratio.