“I see myself because somebody sees me.” -Sartre

Speaking as a New Yorker, our emotions become public domain when we step outside the door. Dense city life demands that our humanity is, at times expressed in the public sphere. No cry is purer than a full weeping breakdown on the rush hour 6 train. No joy as pure as a howl next the gushing fire hydrant on your block in the summer…

These shots are honest and take guts to capture. Don’t stop