My Photographic Travels Through… New York

    'My coming to New York had been a mistake.... I found only a sense of horror and oppression which threatened to master, paralyse, and annihilate me.' ... Success and happiness were not to be. Garish daylight shewed only squalor and alienage and the noxious elephantiasis of climbing, spreading stone... and the throngs of … Continue reading My Photographic Travels Through… New York