The first time I visited Istanbul, I was so overwhelmed with the "otherness" of the city (compared with what I'd experienced in my life to that point) I was taking pictures of absolutely everything, indiscriminately. From a quieter vantage point, looking through the photos back at home, they seemed to me a chaotic record, but one that told a sort of story of discovery. My wonder and compulsive need to document every single detail had resulted in shots that I wouldn't have captured if I'd been focused on having myself photographed in front of Hagia Sophia or in the Great Bazaar. Pictures of Istanbul just being Istanbul in all its hazy, exotic glory. Get a bed at one of the hostels in the Sultan Ahmed neighborhood near the Blue Mosque, and spend a few days simply walking and noticing (and photographing?) all the little, everyday scenes that turn the city from something "other" into something familiar and even more beautiful.