Sometime first impressions are what count. New York is a hectic, tiring city. It remouves from human relationships things that are unessential. Space is a luxury in Manhattan. Thanks to a very efficient and dirty subway (at least when they aren’t fixing it), commuters from nearby boroughs are able to travel every day into the Big Apple. Sometimes the cars are for them comfortable places where to close their eyes and leave behind the frenetic pace of the city.

I also fell asleep in a subway carriage after a tiring day. It was summer 2013, and I found myself at an unknown terminus of a subway line I did not know. It was three o’clock in the morning, but I had recoverd a bit of my strenght after my healthy short nap. At that point, I found myself awakened in a distant and unknown place. There are subway lines that end dozens of miles from Manhattan.

This dimension involved me immediately a cause of its time lag before and after a nap, a time suspended between two places like in an airplane flight, and because of its inactive time spent travelling. I had come to New York to move in.  The ICP accepted my application for an internship on their museum collections. I also had to contribute on the  blog “Fans in a Flash Bulb” using the photographic material of the ICP’s collection.  I wanted to explore everything, but time was short and I was extremely busy adapting. Writing in English was challenging, still it is. Moreover, I wanted my posts to have an international angle and to be contemporary. I spent evenings exploring online ICP’s collection and thinking what I wanted to point out or write about. So, my spare time was often dedicated to going this and writing. It seemed soon very difficult to pursuit any photo projects. What could I do? I soon realized that the time spent in the subway was the only spare time I had. My project was born. There are my first impressions of New York, where in winter sometimes you prefer walking down in the subway a cause of the cold weather. They are pictures made and stolen with my iphone. They are marked by the sounds of the doors that close the wagons. I had to be fast shooting because most of the time the passengers opened their eyes to check the stations. I let you open your eyes on my sight and my photos.

Sleeping in the subway, New York 2015 Continue reading