24 HOURS UNDERGROUND

 

I’ve always loved subway systems.  I love the intricate maps, the complex symbols, the design of the stations, and the rituals of travel.  But I especially love the idea that, for a brief period of time, we suspend our notions of personal space and willingly squeeze into tiny compartments with complete strangers.  And I love that all of this happens underground, an alien place that most of us only visit for two reasons:  to ride trains and to be buried. It is perhaps no wonder that we think of the underground as a transitional space, a place that we would rather pass through quickly and be out of again.

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Published in Social Documentary Network and Street Photography Magazine