06/08/2026
↠ Strangers I’ll never meet, in a city I’ll love forever. ↞
Strangers of New York.
None of them know I photographed them. Most are turned away, mid-step, mid-thought, going somewhere I’ll never follow. A woman crossing at dusk. A man and his dog. Two friends laughing on a bench.
I don’t photograph faces to be envied. I photograph people from behind, because from there you don’t watch them, you walk with them. For a second, their city becomes yours, their life almost yours to imagine.
A whole story in every one of them. And I only got a second of it.
Which stranger would you want to know the story of? Tell me in the comments.
↠ ✤ ↞
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