None of this attempts to disguise the moral ambiguity of the project, but like all street photography, the protagonists are the unwitting stars, as is the architecture in the composed image here within the heavy black frame of dark. Through photography, Walker Evans and Bruce Davidson approached the same subject of the New York City Subway in different ways in the late 1930’s and the 1980’s, and at times I was reminded of both. Surreptitious, and then obvious. I looked odd walking about with the GoPro strapped to my head, but I wanted to reproduce this glance into other people’s lives without daring to stop or even reduce speed either way, to consider the lives we will never lead or hope to understand, attracted to domesticity and movement in the light. At times I sensed how Edward Hopper felt out walking the streets of New York City at night, seeking after-dark glimpses of life illuminated behind panes of glass in every commonplace setting as he passed by, or Valie Export with Super 8 cameras strapped to her body front and back, reflecting on the perception of space and literal points of view in Adjunct Dislocations.