COLORS OF THE FLOW: FOOTSTEPS ACROSS ISTANBUL

I was in pursuit of the leaden mist settling over the city, the solitude of old Beyoğlu apartments, and time drifting away with the Bosphorus current. I did not walk Istanbul with thought; instead, I dissolved into its streets, losing myself in the vague geography where my footsteps led. In those moments when the mind fell silent, the click of the shutter recorded the colors and textures the city whispered to itself. This selection is the story of intuitive steps thrown aimlessly into the whirlpools of this ancient city—flowing like a timeless river—and the fleeting shadows left in their wake