Against a moody grey-green background, a white man in his 30s (?) looks worriedly / unhappily / gravely out of the frame to the left. His dark waved hair is echoed by his dark jacket, his eyes are the same grey-green as the background. He is—to my thinking—very good-looking, with a sharp jaw line, high cheek bones, and wide full lips, here pressed tightly together. The whole portrait is a melancholy symphony of green, grey, cream and black.
This is the tortured #hero par excellence. (We'll overlook the hair—1949 was not a good year for hair.)
More fuss should be made of Pietro #Annigoni whose portraits are detailed & sensitive—his was the romantically cloaked portrait of the (last) Queen.
But who the tragic Mr Rydy was—???
