Istanbul is perplexing, even to someone who has spent their whole life exploring its twists and turns. It is a place of perpetual transformation, leaving you with new questions each day. Its every building, every frame is an invitation to confront the past. In that sense, Istanbul is more like a person than a place.
With this photo essay I have documented various locations in Istanbul, all of which were constructed in the 19th century, when the city was still called Constantinople. Some of these places see thousands of people come and go each day; others, having long been abandoned, sit silently in the convoluted network of the city’s streets, waiting to be given a new purpose.