Diffuse as a drop of ink on chest, the soul of Istanbul, for evermore, is distilled into melancholy and widespread in the air as a cloud of coal. A place always in between where time is matched only by confusion.
I moved here in December 2009, then i involved myself more into color photography, more strong than ever in my work. I witnessed my own daily life theatre, grasps its characters, and portrays the fragmentary nature of urban living in that very city. What i did sporadically for two years, being in between.
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