John Pawson

In the manmade canyons of New York, the eye is repeatedly drawn up and down — skywards along an iconic façade, down into the graffitied space between two structures, streetwards into the gap between a hoarding and an elevation and, more eccentrically, down onto an artwork located at the bottom of a stairwell. This habit of the vertical is dramatically turned on its head as one drives out of the city and on to the unimpeded sea horizons of Long Island.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photography
John Pawson