Concerts are as much about the audience as the music—a collective performance of admiration, curiosity, and obsession. No matter the genre—punk, classical, or free jazz—the faces in the crowd carry a familiar intensity: wide-eyed wonder, shouted lyrics, the quiet ache of wanting to be closer. It’s a fascination I’ve observed for years, moving between mosh pits and the quieter corners of concert halls, watching how audiences shape the energy of the artists they idolize.
Not so long ago I began photographing these interactions, starting with Alice Phoebe Lou under her tree in Treptower Park. Her fans are loyal, almost invasive—pressing into her space despite her gentle pleas for distance. In their gaze, I saw something unsettling and deeply human: the fragile line between admiration and possession.
Through this series, I’m exploring the unspoken dynamics of these moments—what draws us toward those who create and what, in turn, they might take from us.