Kedi Zamanı

This small series was taken on the Princes’ Islands and in the heart of Istanbul. Cats drift through the frames like quiet witnesses — unrushed, self-contained, and utterly at home.

Istanbul appears here not as a destination, but as a presence — shaped by texture, rhythm, and absence. The photos trace a slower pulse, one that resists the rush and lets space and time unfold on their own.

No spectacle. Just moments.