New York 1987

Rosalind Solomon captured this image, "New York," with a camera, a lens, and a whole lot of seeing. Looking at it, I feel like I'm crashing a private moment, something deeply intimate and New York-y all at once. The way the light falls, and the poses, it feels like the city itself is a character in this scene. I wonder what Solomon was thinking as she framed this shot. Was she drawn to the casualness, the way these men are so at ease with each other in this public space? The monochromatic tones add a layer of timelessness, and the details—the fabric of their clothes, the blades of grass—are so sharp, you could almost reach out and touch them. It makes me think about the power of photography to freeze moments, to turn fleeting encounters into something permanent. I look at it and I feel a connection, a sense of shared humanity across time.