Untitled by me.

Untitled by me.

This is another photo from Soho.

This is another photo from Soho.

Untitled.
This is a rough edit of a photo from a series I’m working on at the moment.

Untitled.

This is a rough edit of a photo from a series I’m working on at the moment.

(via wnaw)

Some great city night shots from Martin Stavars.
When you take this kind of shot, you’ve got some creative choices open to you; kind of what Stavars has done here, you can expose the scene to achieve a similar level of light to what you’d expect from a daytime shot (most likely this is what your meter’s telling you to do), or you can expose 2-3 stops below this, which would give you a shot more representative of what you see with the naked eye.
There’s merit to both, but the former does give the pictures something a little different to them.

Some great city night shots from Martin Stavars.

When you take this kind of shot, you’ve got some creative choices open to you; kind of what Stavars has done here, you can expose the scene to achieve a similar level of light to what you’d expect from a daytime shot (most likely this is what your meter’s telling you to do), or you can expose 2-3 stops below this, which would give you a shot more representative of what you see with the naked eye.

There’s merit to both, but the former does give the pictures something a little different to them.

"Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet."

"…the people who move through the streets are all strangers. At each encounter, they imagine a thousand things about one another; meetings which could take place between them, conversations, surprises, caresses, bites. But no one greets anyone; eyes lock for a second, then dart away, seeking other eyes, never stopping…something runs among them, an exchange of glances like lines that connect one figure with another and draw arrows, stars, triangles, until all combinations are used up in a moment, and other characters come on to the scene…"

"Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else."