Let’s Enjoy by Andres Felipe Bermudez Mesa
In this evocative food study, the photographer captures the intricate textures and vibrant components of a culinary creation. By utilizing a single softbox positioned to the right, the lighting is meticulously controlled to highlight the dish's details while maintaining a clean, appetizing aesthetic. The image succeeds through its deliberate simplicity, transforming a standard meal into a compelling visual narrative. This photograph is award-worthy for its technical precision and the photographer's ability to elevate everyday subject matter into a sophisticated composition that celebrates the artistry of food.
Andres Felipe Bermudez Mesa
Born in Colombia, Andres Felipe Bermudez Mesa is a Medellín-based photographer who views himself as a citizen of the world. Though he holds a bachelor's and MSc in Engineering, he has dedicated his professional life to the pursuit of photography, specializing in food and portraiture. His work is defined by a commitment to simplicity and a deep-seated belief in the power of visual storytelling to contribute positively to society.
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Expert Photography Reviews · 7
The Art of Slowing Down
I burned my toast this morning. It was a small, silly mistake, but it forced me to stand by the counter and wait for the next slice to brown.
Read the reflection →The Architecture of a Meal
There is a quiet, almost liturgical rhythm to the preparation of a meal. We often treat the act of eating as a mere necessity, a refueling of the engine, yet there is a profound stillness found in the arrangement of ingredients upon a plate.
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You’ve captured the light on that plate with real precision, and it’s undeniably clean. But I’m looking for the person who made this meal, or the one about to take that first bite. It’s technically sharp, yet it feels a bit lonely. I’d trade some of that perfect lighting for a stray crumb or a messy napkin. Because for me, food isn’t just a composition; it’s a shared life. You’ve got the skill, now find the hunger.
It’s a curious exercise to view a plate as a built environment. The way the light hits those textures creates a datum of shadow that defines the dish’s mass, much like fenestration on a facade. It’s a clean, controlled void, yet I find myself craving the chaos of the kitchen behind it. It’s technically precise, sure, but it lacks the movement of a meal. Still, I’d love to see how this light treats a room.
A single plate. A quiet table. Light falls, carving edges from the grain. I’ve spent minutes watching the shadows stretch across the ceramic. It’s a stillness I rarely find in Medellín. The composition doesn’t crowd the eye. It breathes. Nothing here is accidental. The empty corner is not empty. It’s a pause. I feel a sudden, sharp hunger for this kind of quiet. It’s enough. The meal is gone, but the silence remains.
The frame’s geometry is tight, yet the lateral light creates a precarious imbalance. It’s a study in controlled weight. The negative space to the left doesn’t quite anchor the dish, leaving the composition drifting. I’m irritated by the lack of a true fulcrum. While the textures are rendered with clinical accuracy, the spatial tension fails to resolve. It’s technically proficient, but the visual architecture lacks the necessary rigor to hold the viewer’s eye indefinitely.
Before the eye identifies the meal, a sudden stillness settles in the chest. It’s the light—that soft, directional glow—that triggers a hunger not for the food, but for the quietude of a Medellín afternoon. I’ve returned to this plate three times today; it’s the way the textures hold their own weight that haunts me. It doesn’t just look appetizing; it feels like a memory of a lunch I never had, yet desperately miss.
Of the thousands of food studies I’ve reviewed, most are just glossy advertisements. What separates this from the pack is the restraint. By letting the softbox graze the textures rather than flattening them, Bermudez Mesa makes the meal feel tactile, almost urgent. I’d reach for that plate right now. It’s not just a dish; it’s a moment of genuine human pause. In thirty years, we’ll still recognize this quiet, honest hunger for beauty.
Light here doesn’t merely illuminate; it interrogates the plate. By pulling the shadows to the left, Bermudez Mesa forces the ingredients to confront their own transience. It’s a quiet, brutal geometry. I’ve stared at these textures until my own hunger felt like a moral failing. Most food photography is a lie, a desperate plea for appetite, but this? It’s a cold, dark meditation on consumption. It doesn’t invite us to eat; it demands we observe.