The corporate office, an antiseptic environment created to be eternally new, eternally productive, impersonal, an artificial environment held together by money, is particularly poignant in its decay.
The decaying offices are all the more rare for their location in New York, where space is at a premium and commerce rarely lets a field lie fallow. The images capture the death of a workplace, a grave of commerce slowly grassing over.
That cubicles should age seems strange. They are almost too impermanent a structure to imagine them lingering long enough to grow old.