I’ve been thinking a lot about the differences between color photography and black-and-white. While photographing on the streets of NYC, I’ve realized that the two affect my brain in completely different ways—both as a photographer and as a viewer.
Black-and-white photography is about the content of the image. It elevates a moment, a person, or a composition into a timeless representation—almost like an abstract artifact that we instinctively recognize as a photograph. Color photography, however, isn’t about representation in the same way. For me, it’s purely about the nature of the colors and how they interact within the frame—more like an impressionist painting. It’s never about what the photograph depicts, but rather how the colors feel. The subject matter becomes secondary to the image itself.
I love exploring both pathways. They feel like two separate avenues with almost no intersection. At the moment, though, color keeps pulling me back to my images more often.
