Posted on October 22, 2015 by Max Wang
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Mano a Mano
Tensions run high as the temperature drops. Each competitor sizes the other up, ready to face off at the drop of a leaf. They hurtle towards each other like freight trains. Again, and again, and again, fists fly with deadly precision, knocking the wind out of the other into the frigid air.
The modern man is bold and never backs down to a challenge. He dares to wear prints, fur, colours, and textures. He shies away from no cut, no accessory that might give him the upper edge. He deems it appropriate to wander the cutting frontier of fashion and knock down any man that may doubt his choices – put in his place any man who seeks to upstage him.
It then happens that two alpha males come into confrontation. A cataclysmic clash is inevitable. In suits, sweaters, coats, and hats to shield them from the elements, the duelists engage, somehow always maintaining their impeccable grooming and dignity. In this battle for honour there are growls, grapples, swift dodges, and forceful lunges. Left hooks, right hooks, uppercuts and roundhouse kicks abound, too many to count, only experienced by the welts and bruises left behind.
Each man stays true to his specific style – both in dress and in battle.
The contest is close; their strengths are evenly matched. It seems like the fight is coming to an end. But unexpectedly, out of nowhere comes one last blow – it’s a knockout!
The question is: who won?
Photography and Text by Max Wang, Copyright 2015.