Polish-born photographer Slawomir Zulawinski photographs the stream of life as we encounter it daily on the street, the ebb and flow of triviality and significance. He observes the hustle and bustle of New York City with the curious eye of an immigrant, keen on diminishing his feeling of alienation, capturing moments of exhaustion, the side effects of a controlling and over-stimulated society, the intricacies of inner life that suddenly reveal themselves in a stranger‘s face, glimpses of the melancholy truths of quotidian life. Zulawinski‘s black and white photographs provide a much-needed antidote to the contrived faux-grittiness abundant in current photography. Or as Robert Frank said, "Your photographs—the light and much of the dark—the reality and imagination, the fire of what is unimaginable touches me. It is your compassion to look at life as it is for you—and for ‘them’. Your trip starts with a silent cry—or scream? It ends on a cold floor, one naked foot! (of a girl?) looks at the closed eye and mouth of a head made of clay lying on the same cold floor. I close the book—I know that I will remember your images—so HUMAN."