Being a great lover of fairy tales, I am always enthralled when I plunge into this wonder world of mobile metal living rooms with the most wondrous pictures parading in front of my camera. I can watch unabashed all the people sitting opposite, pressed together, as I observe and capture the vast human menagerie of the metropolis.
Never before have I felt such freedom, freedom to let myself go, and even such equality as in the cars of the New York subway.
In the years I spent riding the subway, New Yorkers called their transport system hell on wheels. Why they did so was always a mystery to me since I felt basically safe and sheltered; frequent and violent incidents happen in equal measure on the street.
Maybe it is simply a myth, which has emerged over the years, of the iron human prison racing through the eternal darkness of the underworld.
Being a great lover of fairy tales, I am always enthralled when I plunge into this wonder world of mobile metal living rooms with the most wondrous pictures parading in front of my camera. I can watch unabashed all the people sitting opposite, pressed together, as I observe and capture the vast human menagerie of the metropolis.
Never before have I felt such freedom, freedom to let myself go, and even such equality as in the cars of the New York subway.
In the years I spent riding the subway, New Yorkers called their transport system hell on wheels. Why they did so was always a mystery to me since I felt basically safe and sheltered; frequent and violent incidents happen in equal measure on the street.
Maybe it is simply a myth, which has emerged over the years, of the iron human prison racing through the eternal darkness of the underworld.