Under His Gaze. Marrakech.
 

On the far edges of the Red City, life moves at a slower, older rhythm.

Here, public space tells its own story.   Women slip past in silence - veiled, faceless, unknowable and unreachable. They move through the city as figures of of urgent duty, of ritual, as individuals withheld, their roles long rehearsed and rarely questioned. Invisibility is their inheritance.

The men, by contrast, are bareheaded, conspicuous and unhurried. They lean in doorways, gather in low conversation and sit in the sun. Their presence feels authoritarian.

These images trace the patterns of a gender choreography from the edge of a world at once real and unreachable.