Man by Erik Kessels and Karel De Mulder
Some instincts are universal. Birds migrate south. Salmon swim upstream.
And men… step into the middle of group photos.
Across 768 pages, spanning decades and styles, a strangely consistent pattern unfolds:
One man. Many women. And without fail, he gravitates—no, claims—the center spot.
Different men, different faces, different places… but the pose? Identical.
It’s as if there’s a secret male handbook that says: ‘Gentlemen, always take the middle. It’s tradition.’
But is this bold centering a power move? A deep evolutionary urge? Or just a cosmic joke that keeps repeating every time someone says, ‘Okay, everyone say cheese!’
And the big question: is this instinct fading with time… or will future generations of men keep marching straight to the middle?
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Man by Erik Kessels and Karel De Mulder
Man by Erik Kessels and Karel De Mulder
Some instincts are universal. Birds migrate south. Salmon swim upstream.
And men… step into the middle of group photos.
Across 768 pages, spanning decades and styles, a strangely consistent pattern unfolds:
One man. Many women. And without fail, he gravitates—no, claims—the center spot.
Different men, different faces, different places… but the pose? Identical.
It’s as if there’s a secret male handbook that says: ‘Gentlemen, always take the middle. It’s tradition.’
But is this bold centering a power move? A deep evolutionary urge? Or just a cosmic joke that keeps repeating every time someone says, ‘Okay, everyone say cheese!’
And the big question: is this instinct fading with time… or will future generations of men keep marching straight to the middle?
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Some instincts are universal. Birds migrate south. Salmon swim upstream.
And men… step into the middle of group photos.
Across 768 pages, spanning decades and styles, a strangely consistent pattern unfolds:
One man. Many women. And without fail, he gravitates—no, claims—the center spot.
Different men, different faces, different places… but the pose? Identical.
It’s as if there’s a secret male handbook that says: ‘Gentlemen, always take the middle. It’s tradition.’
But is this bold centering a power move? A deep evolutionary urge? Or just a cosmic joke that keeps repeating every time someone says, ‘Okay, everyone say cheese!’
And the big question: is this instinct fading with time… or will future generations of men keep marching straight to the middle?
