静息の刻 / ZERO HOUR
Intoxicated by the silence and the solitude of the night, in a state of mind akin to meditative ecstasy, these images aim to capture the dreamlike romance of a marathon stroll through the streets of the city: a man collecting cans in Herald Square, a woman walking her dog on Lexington Avenue, two men conversing at Grand Central Terminal...
These empty spaces, dark alleys and deserted streets all seem like a strange dream today as the spirit of my first years in New York have drifted away like any other misty night, thick with fog, and swirling in mystery.
As I realize those nights of my youth will never return to this particular place, I too, have moved on in search of new streets to walk.