Alone NYC

When we walk around NYC its so easy to see its sheer vastness: the architecture, the infrastructure, the commerce, the sensory onslaught and the incessant supply of humanity. That staggering, impenetrable vastness is what makes New York both endlessly fascinating and incredibly infuriating; and it’s easy to get wrapped up in the blunt, visceral emotion that the hugeness of the city evokes in us. It’s easy to forget that the dense forest is, in reality, a collection of trees—all of them breathing, growing, living, and dying, one beside the other beside the other.

With my camera I strive to pay attention to the individuals that breathe, grow, and live in New York, my home and the city I love. Through my photography, I want to cast their jetsam in beauty, their silhouettes in reverence, their anonymity in recognition, their hustle in stillness. Bringing awareness to the city’s small and elegant moments is, for me, an act of love and devotion—to the individuals who reside here and to the beauty of their surroundings.