“It’s been three years since I had woken up in this city.

“Awaken” might be a more appropriate term. New York in front, ahead and above me… it is where, almost randomly, I discovered photography. Then I went home, with two or three memories and a passion for photography in my bags.

Three years – That is how long it took to go back, and rediscover the city in which I found myself. What else did it have in store for me? At the heart of the big city I had open my eyes, it is where I understood that things are not to be seen because they are obvious, but obvious because they are to be seen.

A week has passed now and again I have to go back home. I cannot sleep in the plane. From the window, the city disappears into the night, and then nothing… nothing but black…

In Paris I finally fall asleep and in my dreams, I see New York …”

– Discover more from French photographer Pierre Belhassen here