TAAR Vol I
The eye lands on him first: the stillness, the weight of his presence against that ochre field. Bright
white eyes, a piercing gaze, a complexion that speaks unmistakably of Senegal. He dominates the
scene, almost making us forget the yellow he’s immersed in. Only then, slowly, do the details follow:
the pinstripe cutting clean vertical lines across the dark fabric, the white shirt underneath, the red tie
with its small ornamental pattern, almost oriental, almost unexpected. The suit is impeccable. But it
was always going to be, because he decided it would be…
Art Director + Photographer: @xullybeut
Assisting photographer: @m4ckei
Styliste: @xullybeut
Model : @lifewithelimane_
MUA : @diarrasarr_
Assisting Mua: @diarraaa_n
Studio: @visualgardengenova
Poems : @fatoundiiaye
The light falls softly on the ancient façades.
The alleys are narrow, the walls carry salt and time.
Genoa doesn’t try to seduce.
It doesn’t show off like Milan.
It doesn’t chase trends.
It observes.
An old maritime republic, a city of sailors and merchants, it has learned one thing: value is built over time. And you can see it in the eyes.
An elderly man crosses the street. Dark suit, impeccable cut.
He doesn’t pose. He walks.
A woman passes by, structured coat, confident stride.
Then a couple in their forties, effortlessly elegant, as if class were in their DNA.
No one is acting.
No one is seeking the camera.
Here, fashion isn’t a spectacle.
It’s continuity.
It’s a silent inheritance.
In Genoa, style doesn’t come from a trend.
It comes from a story.
And it is worn with dignity.
Genova , Italy 2026 Captured by Xullybeut
