JUNE 2024 · ESCAPE
Karakoy and Galata Bridge - Istanbul
Karaköy, Istanbul
The Galata Bridge sits between two parts of the city. Below the deck, on the lower level, fishermen line the water side — rods extending over the rail, the Golden Horn behind them, the mosque domes of the old city grey in the distance. The bridge is the crossing point and the fishing platform simultaneously. Steel rods out over turquoise water, the skyline arranged behind like a backdrop no one chose.

Above the bridge, Karaköy rises steeply. The streets are dense: turquoise storefronts with linen ropes hanging from them, narrow alleys with red lanterns above an orange cafe facade, blue wooden doors with cascading plants forcing through every gap. Coiled brown fishing nets on a blue shopfront. Teal shipping containers parked against weathered industrial walls. An alley with orange rusted metal roofing and faded signage at ground level.
The streets here don't perform for anyone. They're too busy being used.
Karaköy — June 2024

One building is a study in layers. Graffiti over original shopfront, over the brickwork, over itself. A brutalist block with broken window panes, the wall beneath the windows a specific worn teal. The streets here don't perform for anyone. They're too busy being used.


The ferry named Hasan Kayel sits moored at the pier. The mosque domes of the old city rise beyond it. The Galata Tower closes one end of the waterfront, visible from the bridge where visitors lean on the blue lattice railings to photograph it. A tabby cat on a concrete pier, cargo vessels blurred behind it, entirely indifferent.

One street vendor beside a woman in traditional pink clothing: postcards and souvenirs laid out, the transaction ordinary against the weight of everything around it.
Down in Karaköy proper, the buildings show the waterline in their facades — shops, parked cars, crumbling apartment blocks layered above the dock.























