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“Manhattan was asleep. Apart from a few taxis heading for Central Park, the streets were empty. The thick soles of my shoes left imprints on the wet pavements of Sixth Avenue. I had been walking for a long time; my clothes were wet through and I was cold. Steam rose from the subway through the grates in the paving.

At the junction with 42nd Street, I decided to plunge into the depths of Manhattan. I sat on the platform. Alone. The rain was now no more than a distant patter. The subway was deserted. Before long throngs of people would be trampling its tunnels, its corridors and its carriages. Without even looking. After that I often returned to the subway at night. It took me over a year before I summoned the courage to take my Nikon with me.”