Follow the Yellow
A visual journey through the rhythm and stillness of New York City
Follow the Yellow is a visual journey through New York City, composed one yellow thread at a time. This series uses the color yellow as a quiet constant, appearing in flashes across signs, taxis, sidewalks, and light. Through moments of motion and stillness, each photograph captures a scene that passed quickly but stayed with me. Some are loud, others almost go unnoticed, but together they trace the rhythm of the city. Whether it is a blurred cab, a stairwell lit by neon, or a suitcase rolling down a red-carpeted hall, these images map a portrait of New York that lingers in the in-between.
57th Street Subway Entrance
Yellow letters hover above the stairs as a man disappears into the underground. A pause before the rush. The rhythm begins here.
MetroCard Machine
The buttons are worn, colors faded by repetition. A flash of yellow marks the point of entry. Small decisions start the day.
Coney Island (Q Train)
Through scratched glass, the train waits. A yellow Q glows above as riders settle into their own pace. Stillness inside motion.
1251 + The Wave, Midtown
Cabs blur past a mural of waves. Yellow rises through the frame like a current. One kind of movement layered on another.
Times Square Crowd
The street is a blur of motion and light. One figure stands still. Yellow cuts through in quick intervals.
Ming Wong Restaurant, Chinatown
The sign pulls the eye upward. A person pauses beneath, framed by layers of color and brick. Yellow holds the corner.
Pell Street Lanterns, Chinatown
Lanterns drift across the sky above the crowd. Yellow tucks itself into the signage and small details. The street moves in rhythm.
Hot Dog Cart, Columbus Circle
Yellow umbrellas catch the light. Bottles and foil shimmer at the edge of the frame. The moment hums with repetition.
Newsstand, Midtown
Rows of color press against the glass. The vendor watches from within. Yellow is scattered, but present.
Engine 74, Upper West Side
A yellow cap, a quiet stride. The red doors held still as he passed. The moment lined up without asking to.
DVF Wall, Meatpacking District
A square of yellow set into the wall, soft against brick. The color feels quiet but certain. It doesn’t push, it stays.
Spring, Central Park
Blossoms stretch across the frame beneath the towers. Yellow opens the season without needing to say much. Spring holds its place.
Cherry Blossoms, Central Park
Petals drift, and two figures pause beneath the tree. A soft echo of pink and yellow between sky and sidewalk.
Mabu Cafe, Chinatown
The arrow points down. Walls layered with color and clutter. Yellow nudges, but doesn’t explain.
Richard Rodgers Theatre
The show plays on behind the doors. Outside, the marquee glows. Yellow waits above the quiet sidewalk.
Balcony Figure, High Line
Still against glass and sky, he looks out. Yellow sits in the shape of him. I almost walked past without seeing.
Lemon Cheesecake, Bad Roman
Shaped like lemons, filled with cheesecake. A small surprise at the end of a meal. Yellow, but not what it seems.
Inside Bad Roman
Curved lights stretch across the ceiling. A server passes through. Yellow stays in the corners.
TWA Hotel, JFK
Seats lined up beneath the glow. People lean back into stillness. Yellow lingers behind them.
Departure, TWA Hotel
The corridor curves ahead like a thought not fully spoken.
He walks slowly, yellow suitcase rolling behind, its color catching the light just enough.
The red carpet fades behind him. The story does not end here, but a chapter does.