Pictures in sequence: Brooklyn Bridge, Flatiron Building, United Nations Headquarters, View of Manhattan with One World Tower, Empire State Building at Sunset, View of Statue of Liberty at Sunset, St. Patricks Cathedral
Shot in April and May 2018
In New York City clouds and skies are a mere reflection on the glasses of modernity built by men. Geometric structures seem to triumph over nature, there is little space for green. Sure there is central park, the lung of New York, but even from there a background of glass and steel arises over the horizon and the skyscraper seem to compete for the clouds.
Photographed in March and April of 2018.
Shot in New York City in April 2018.
The art déco style can be seen as a continuation of the art nouveau style or Jugentstil style which increased in popularity in the Western World around WW I. Art deco formalises the language of Jugentstil, gets more structured and formalised but retains some playful elements of art nouveau. The style was popular in New York in the beginning of the 1930s and can be seen in Manhattan – if one looks close enough.
Looking Up in New York on a day in April 2018.
Wandering the nameless and grid-like streets of New York you feel like a particle trapped in some kind of computersystem. The streets being streams of data rushing relentlessly through the motherboard. On the way to midtown the houses become ever larger and you seem to be more and more irrelevant, a lost particle in a perfectly structured system. After some time you reach the square shaped central park which looks like the green chip on the motherboard. The last refuge of mother nature on the island of Manhattan gives you a break and you may reflect upon the differences to European cities. By comparison they seem more naturally grown, shaped by history and necessity with dwindling roads and overgrown parks, more human and less grid like. They are designed as well of course, but their artificiality seems to be hidden behind history, individuality and to be more human in size. But if the buildings seem to touch the sky and the roads are endless grids everything may be possible in the end and that’s the secret of the so called American dream: To escape the motherboard, to be more than a nameless particle, you need to find a way through the grid and climb the sky.