These are my eyes. This is my city. Welcome to New York.
Some of my photos lie. Or do they? I capture microseconds of humanity. Look at that old man laughing. It warms your heart and puts a smile on your face. Well, actually, he was just picking his teeth, but the results and effects of those little micromoments remain the same. I may lie through my photos, but those lies have affected me greatly, and I hope they do the same for you.
A photographer is not a magician with a camera. He is simply a person born with an innate incurable curiosity for the world around him. He never tires of his child-like fascination with what some might consider the mundane; he will never grow up.