Not About Tits

Carlos Nunez is twenty-eight, lives in Los Angeles, and has organized his life around photographing nude women. That’s not a side project—it’s the through-line. Beach days, forest walks, drives through California. All of it serves the same purpose.

There’s something clarifying about that kind of commitment. He found the thing and stopped pretending there was anything else. Most people split the difference—we scatter ourselves across hobbies and interests, never fully committing to anything. He took one image and made it his whole life. It stopped being funny at some point and became just what he did.

I don’t know if the work is any good. That’s not the point. The point is the singular focus—spending your twenties refining one image, reproducing it from different angles, trying to get it right in each context. Whether that’s brilliant or obsessive doesn’t really matter. They’re the same thing.

I get it, though. Not the subject. The other part—the way you find one thing and make it your entire life, and at some point it’s not strange anymore because you’re just too busy doing it. The funny thing becomes the real thing.