C – Print, 8 x 10 inch, 30 x 40 cm, 20 x 25 inch, 2001
The commuter is always alone, even in a crowd. The ferry is a 19th-century form of transport left over by a quirk in the geography of this hyper-modern city. Staten Island has always been New York’s forgotten borough—where stolen cars were recovered, usually without the engine, bodies dumped from mob hits, where garbage was trucked, and where retired boat disassembled. In the months after 9/11, the Staten Island Ferry connected the fires of lower Manhattan to this slightly misbegotten mundane suburban reality… (Jacob Livshultz, 2017)
