‘The music of the night’ encapsulates the shifting of light on lonely roads. When we think of roaming the vacant streets in the hush of night, an obscure fear creeps into the back of our minds. As though nights somehow signal danger for us. The superstitious ones might even be afraid of something supernatural lurking in the shadows. The people dedicated to stay awake and active throughout the night, are they thieves, robbers, or sketchy men with evil intentions? There are photographers (such as myself) who set out in the dead of night, gathering all their courage in their solemn search for the unknown. Moreover, what about the privilege of male photographers? Being a male have more freedom and fewer constraints when the city gets dark; such is our unjust advantage. Therefore, I want to made the most of the privilege in expressing the music of the night.
