Underground
I have a fascination with subways. They are man made landscapes. They are a true public space, where different ages, cultures, lifestyles, and classes cross paths. Since this space is a thoroughfare, within minutes it can go from the downtown push and press to a ghost town. These photos highlight both the bustle and the solitude that the subway plays host to. They reflect loneliness despite being surrounded by people.
As a true public space, it is indiscriminate as to who can enter, unlike the roads above it. It’s dirty. Rich brush past the poor, students lounge beside bay street brokers, and kids plug in their IPods as the elderly turn down their hearing aids. It’s dirty. It’s a microcosm of Canada’s diversity. And yet, with all these people in the same space, there is little interaction. It is full of those on autopilot who are just trying to get from one place to the next.
