There’s always a voice in Istanbul—calls to prayer, ferry horns, footsteps on old stone.
But in between the noise, there’s a rhythm that’s easy to miss. A quieter city, hiding in plain sight.
I spent days walking the streets with no fixed destination.
I wasn’t chasing the iconic, just staying open to what unfolded naturally: ordinary scenes, people at rest, quiet corners of daily life.
This series is about those pauses. The overlooked and unspectacular.
