We inhabit illusions while truth stands in plain sight, unacknowledged.
Phoney is a photographic excavation of our digital performance, capturing the dissonance between curated personas and unfiltered truth. We live in portraits: carefully edited fragments until the frame becomes the reality. With nostalgic grain meeting contemporary pretence, each image poses a raw, unsettling question: When did our reflections start watching us back? And if we deleted ourselves tomorrow, would the pixels even notice?
Phoney is a photographic excavation of our digital performance, capturing the dissonance between curated personas and unfiltered truth. We live in portraits: carefully edited fragments until the frame becomes the reality. With nostalgic grain meeting contemporary pretence, each image poses a raw, unsettling question: When did our reflections start watching us back? And if we deleted ourselves tomorrow, would the pixels even notice?