City as a form of predestination. The city where you breathe, where you are sullen and defeated, where you find joy in free times, and the much gloomy city that you cannot give up under any circumstances. My city, Istanbul. Hasret (Garod in Armenian) intends to narrate different faces of this city, only in the night, under the shadow of a song.
2016.
for Bridging Stories photojournalism program.
ps: all photos are taken by iPhone SE.
