I am still quite unsure why I make certain photographs, especially when I am exploring a new place. Something inside me stops me in my tracks, sometimes even before my eyes have fully caught the sight of or have visually comprehended what I am about to photograph.
In this case it is brick buildings and New York’s love for it, maybe it’s the very real unpretentiousness of it and maybe also the aesthetic appeal of it.
This one caught my eye, both the simple form and the pattern of the brickwork, not to ignore the ironwork.
The more I have experienced New York, the more I realise that simple and timeless is a style that isn’t something that even the best can pull off easily.
Spring Twenty Eighteen