Six stories below the city, the metro never stops moving. Neither does this project.
This is candid street photography, shot stealth — no poses, no setups, no permission asked. Just a camera and a commute. Sometimes it’s the 8am rush to work. Sometimes it’s a Saturday night with nowhere in particular to be.
The metro doesn’t care who’s watching. Strangers lean into strange moments. Silence gets loud. A city reveals itself in fragments — one platform, one train car, one glance at a time.
There’s no single subject here. No story being told on purpose. Just a Montrealer with a camera, catching what everyone else scrolls past.
