JUNE 2024 · ESCAPE
Balat - Istanbul
Balat, Istanbul
Balat is where you go for the colours. The Fatih district's steep streets descending toward the Golden Horn are painted in the blues, oranges, and turquoises of Ottoman domestic architecture, and the photographs of them circulate constantly. The colours are real.
Look at what's holding the paint.

An ornate iron balcony on weathered terracotta brickwork: the brickwork is crumbling at the joints, the plaster fallen away in sections, the balcony holding by its anchors. A deteriorating building with an arched doorway and weathered plaster: the plaster has come away across most of the facade, exposing the brick courses beneath. The peeling green paint of a dark wooden door beside weather-worn stonework is the same colour as the moss growing in the arch above it.
A geometric shadow falls from a lattice window onto a coloured doorway. The door is painted. The shadow is sharp. One is maintained, the other is free.
The buildings are occupied. That's the fact that makes the colours worth reading.
Balat — June 2024

A tabby cat rests on a blue-painted ledge in front of a weathered brick archway. The ledge is probably a windowsill. The cat doesn't move when you get close.
Tourists are here too, gathered in the street in front of the more photogenic facades, phones raised. I moved around and past them. The storefront with its graffiti art and potted plants is less visited than the adjacent painted buildings. The crumbling terracotta brick walls with exposed interior and dense vegetation growth are around the corner from the most-photographed street.


Laundry hangs from the upper facades above a narrow street. The buildings are occupied. That's the fact that makes the colours worth reading — they're maintained, faded, repainted, fading again, across walls that have ongoing daily use. The decay and the colour are the same surface.

A pink Volkswagen Beetle, vintage, parked on the street. Turkish flags on the shopfronts above it.








































