Adam Schneberg, observer of the ridiculous beauty of being alive.

I was born in New York City and, as far as I can tell, the city never leaves me even when I’m thousands of miles away.

I cut my teeth photographing strangers and shadows in SoHo on my lunch break, back when the only thing I knew about photography was that it made the world stand still long enough for me to breathe.

These days I shoot street photography on a Leica that feels more like a diary than a camera, and I make portraits on a Hasselblad that sounds like a thunderclap when the shutter drops.

I believe the photograph happens just before the moment you meant to catch. My work is documentary in spirit, cinematic in tone, and nostalgic in texture. It’s the kind of thing that feels familiar and foreign at once—like an old postcard you’re certain you sent, but don’t remember writing.

I play pickleball like I photograph—quick on my feet, focused on the moment, and chasing angles nobody else saw coming. I’m into vibey concerts, water with bubbles and a good schvitz.

I’m the founder of Fleet Street Studios, where we shoot weddings and real life on 35mm, Super 8, and sometimes both at once.

The work? It’s about capturing the tiny revolutions—joy, grief, intimacy, weirdness—quietly unfolding in plain sight. If I had a mission, it’d be to remind people that they were here, and it was beautiful.

And that’s the truth. So it goes.

I’m always looking for the next story to tell. Yours is worth telling. Let’s talk.