A Postcard from New York

Some cities feel like destinations. New York feels like a set.

Step out of a yellow cab, and you’re not just arriving — you’re entering a scene. That’s the magic Milos Forman pointed to: reality in New York doesn’t disappoint. In fact, it elevates. It’s one of the few places where the real city feels more cinematic than its own legend.

For someone behind the lens — especially one who thinks in frames, light, texture, and atmosphere — New York is more than a backdrop. It’s a character. The rhythm of footsteps on pavement, the glow of traffic signals bouncing off wet streets, the silence between horns — all of it plays like a visual score.

This image, a single frame captured between one blink and the next, is part of that ongoing script. It’s not staged. It’s not rehearsed. It just is. And yet, it carries the weight of direction, of mise-en-scène, of lived cinema. That’s what I try to bring to every frame — not just a photograph, but a sense of narrative. A suggestion that just beyond the image, the story continues.

If cinema taught us anything, it’s that moments matter. Especially the ones that look like postcards — but feel like films.