Molten City

At sundown the solidity of the architecture along the Manhattan skyline recedes in the face of the drama of the light that ignites the towers and flares across the surface of the Hudson River, where the remains of a wooden jetty rise from the water like the vestiges of a drowned civilisation. Elsewhere in the city, the vast play of reflection creates the illusion that entire elevations are melting and deforming — slumping to abstraction in the summer heat.



John Pawson