By Tom Seymour
A young girl in her Sunday best fixedly follows the pools of light thrown down on the magnificent stone floor, her elegant shadow keeping her company amidst the suits and stoic silence of Penn Station, New York City.
On a commuter train drawing out of the station, a business man curls up for some shuteye, the dark windows framing his exhaustion.
Louis Stettner‘s Penn Station, New York, a new phonebook from Thames & Hudson, is full of such theatrical composition and voyeuristic opportunism; momentary observations of the working and office classes in post-war America.
“When things work out, it’s like a miracle,” says …read more