Church of the Holy Trinity, Upper East Side
by dody tsiantar
“Look on every exit as being an entrance somewhere else,” the playwright Tom Stoppard once wrote.
I've always thought the same thing about doors. They're mysterious; they hold promise of adventures, and secrets. I can't help but wonder what's happening behind them; or what world will emerge if I opened them. I guess you could say I have a thing for doors. Especially red ones. I first noticed my obsession when I visited the Greek island of Santorini years ago. As I gazed at the hilltop village of Oia and its sea of white houses, I noticed a bright red door on a house at the top of the hill across from our terrace. I couldn't get enough of that door.
In my 25-plus years as a journalist, I've never taken photographs professionally — I teach journalism to graduate students at the Craig Newmark Graduate School of Journalism and at the Columbia Graduate School of Journalism — but I've been taking photos of doors ever since that red door caught my eye. A sampling of the doors of Manhattan.