NYC Women’s March 2018

Whenever I’ve seen an attractive woman, I’ve done my best to photograph her. I don’t know if all the women in the photographs are beautiful, but I do know that the women are beautiful in the photographs.

Garry Winogrand

This is a series of photographs that I took to document NYC Women’s March 2018 in January 20, 2018.

The beginning of 2018

This winter is the coldest one since I came to NYC in 2009. I love how nature changes the most crowded city to a lonely place.

Note: Lomography Color Negative 100 Film, home development and scan.

Halloween 2017 and the Terror Attack

This is my late posting of Halloween 2017. The terror attack happened around my workplace, which certainly affected my mood on the Halloween night, so I decided not to shoot. While I was so sad and frustrated on my way home in Astoria, Queens, I saw this wonderful family enjoying the moment with the Ninja Turtles costume. They gave me a big smile and taught me one thing about the New Yorkers’ fighting spirit.

Note: Kodak Ultramax 400 film, home development and scan.

Daily life

When I am not really into the busy streets in Manhattan, I just walk around my neighborhood. The same corner surprisingly offers different color, light, and mood every time I pass by. I am never going to be bored with what nature brings us everyday as well as making some photos out of that.

Note: Kodak Ultramax 400 film, home development and scan.



I took a walk around my neighborhood for about two hours yesterday and came home thinking about a meaning of walking related to photography. I developed a film, dusted off one of the books that I wasn’t able to finish in the past, waiting for the film to dry. Then I got the following paragraph:

Walking, ideally, is a state in which the mind, the body, and the world are aligned, as though they were three characters finally in conversation together, three notes suddenly making a chord. Walking allows us to be in our bodies and in the world without being made busy by them. It leaves us free to think without being wholly lost in our thoughts. I wasn’t sure whether I was too soon or too late for the purple lupine that can be so spectacular in these headlands, but milkmaids were growing on the shady side of the road on the way to the trail, and they recalled the hillsides of my childhood that first bloomed every year with an extravagance of these white flowers. Black butterflies fluttered around me, tossed along by wind and wings, and they called up another era of my past. Moving on foot seems to make it easier to move in time, the mind wanders from plans to recollections to observations.

Wanderlust – History of Walking by Rebecca Solnit