The irony of cities is that they can be such isolating places, not communities so much as collections of solitary figures keeping distance in work and in daydreams. Carolyn McLaughlin sends these pictures from Istanbul.
As we grieve and fume and await justice for the victims of the terror attack at Ataturk airport, we offer this collection of stories from our favorite city on earth.
Jason La Farge sends these pictures from Cunda: “Off-season, the island empties, the elements amplify.”
For nearly fifty years, Nedim Kurban has been crafting leather in Istanbul’s Kadikoy neighborhood.
Brian McKanna writes from Turkey’s coldest city: “Will Russia cut off our natural gas? The answer is always the same: It doesn’t matter. We can make it through winter without gas. We can always burn our tezek.”
Andy Owens profiles Hayri Dev, a Turkish folk musician who has spent a lifetime playing the three-stringed bağlama: “Within five minutes of sitting down on Dev’s back porch in Gökçeyaka, he reaches for his instrument.”