Street life, Istanbul-style
Istanbul is an amazing city of contrasts and contradictions. It is constantly changing – for better and for worse, and this creates a continuous element of intrigue. It is a city with invisible boundaries that group together the wealthy, the religious, the traditional and the foreign. It has been the subject of countless photographs.
In December 2016 I spent five days walking in the Beyoglu, Eminonu, Besiktas, Taksim, Tarlabasi, Fatih, Fener, Eyup, Kadikoy, Moda, and Sultan Ahmet regions of Istanbul. This is my second visit to the city; the first time was in 2008. My first visit was even briefer.
Wandering the streets of Istanbul, the city unwraps before me and my camera. I hope the people I photographed didn’t feel threatened or that their personal space was being violated. I tried to become invisible, moving in and out through the constant crowds of people. I never didn’t feel like a foreigner but someone who had been accepted as part of the society where I was trying to immerse myself into.
Avoiding “postcard” shots, I instead concentrated on showing the people of Istanbul as I saw them. What are they like? They’re warm, considerate, intelligent, hard-working, and sincere.
Street life, Istanbul-style
Istanbul is an amazing city of contrasts and contradictions. It is constantly changing – for better and for worse, and this creates a continuous element of intrigue. It is a city with invisible boundaries that group together the wealthy, the religious, the traditional and the foreign. It has been the subject of countless photographs.
In December 2016 I spent five days walking in the Beyoglu, Eminonu, Besiktas, Taksim, Tarlabasi, Fatih, Fener, Eyup, Kadikoy, Moda, and Sultan Ahmet regions of Istanbul. This is my second visit to the city; the first time was in 2008. My first visit was even briefer.
Wandering the streets of Istanbul, the city unwraps before me and my camera. I hope the people I photographed didn’t feel threatened or that their personal space was being violated. I tried to become invisible, moving in and out through the constant crowds of people. I never didn’t feel like a foreigner but someone who had been accepted as part of the society where I was trying to immerse myself into.
Avoiding “postcard” shots, I instead concentrated on showing the people of Istanbul as I saw them. What are they like? They’re warm, considerate, intelligent, hard-working, and sincere.
