“Quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean ‘love’ in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage. I could taste the peach and feel the soft air blowing from a subway grating on my legs and I could smell lilac and garbage and expensive perfume and I knew that it would cost something sooner or later – because I did not belong there, did not come from there – but when you are twenty-two or twenty-three, you figure that later you will have a high emotional balance, and be able to pay whatever it costs. I still believed in possibilities then, still had the sense, so peculiar to New York, that something extraordinary would happen any minute, any day, any month.”

– Joan Didion

The New York City subway is one of the city’s great shared spaces—a place where most New Yorkers eventually end up, where stories overlap and vanish with the closing of the doors. It’s fluorescent and worn, loud and quiet, crowded and solitary, sometimes in the span of a single ride. This gallery brings together my favorite NYC subway photos, made over many years across different lines, boroughs, and times of day.

Each image is available as a signed archival print, printed with the same care as my cityscape and landmark work. Whether you’re drawn to the geometry of tracks and tunnels, the color of tiled stations, or the everyday poetry of people in transit, these New York subway prints are made to live on the wall and reward slow looking.