Faye Dunaway, Legs, New York, 1968

The grain in the black-and-white is so crisp I can almost feel the humidity of that Florida shoot coming through the frame. It's hanging above my desk and I keep catching myself staring at the way the light falls on her legs.

The print quality captures the texture of the photograph perfectly, and the vintage 1968 vibe really comes through in the framing. It’s a striking piece that adds conversation to any room, though it took a few days longer to arrive than I hoped.

The story behind this one adds so much depth—knowing Faye wrote about that Esquire shoot in her autobiography makes the photo feel more like a piece of history than just a print. The detail in her expression and posture really comes through in the archival quality, and it’s framed like a proper gall