Magic Hour
“For my wife’s 30th birthday, we spent a few nights taking in the city with some good friends. We had just finished dinner at Eleven Madison Park — likely the best dining experience of my life — and were running late for a show. The traffic up by Times Square was getting thick, so we decided to go the rest of the way on foot. I snapped this shot and stuffed my camera in my bag.
As we were running, the setting sun caught my wife’s hair as she looked back towards me, laughing. In that moment, she was the only light in the whole city, like everything up to that point had been a lie and the only truth was my wife and this light.
New York is a big, congested, gritty backdrop that makes everything cinematic. It’s the kind of place where you can’t — or, at least shouldn’t — put the camera away because the smallest moments become important beats in the narrative.”
Trey Hill
