Shot handheld on film, these photographs take the night as it is: grainy, imperfect, breathing.

When the city seems to fall asleep, its light stays awake. A lamp above an empty corner, a glowing window behind a curtain, a phone booth humming to no one. In these hours the streets belong to almost nobody — a lone figure on the stairs, a cat crossing a stripe of light, shadows at the edge of the frame.

The darkness here is not lonely — the Night is always watching back