Thursday, October 12, 2006
Gregory Crewdson's eerie photographs of suburbia at dusk require set-ups as elaborate as a film shoot. He tells Edward Helmore why the world makes sense at twilight
@ The Guardian
The photographer Gregory Crewdson is something of an anomaly in the lunchtime crowd that packs Pastis restaurant in Manhattan's Chelsea district. In dark shorts and T-shirt, he looks more like a top-heavy bicycle courier than a leading figure in America's art scene. But then, Crewdson is an idiosyncratic character given to some fairly idiosyncratic activities: lately he has taken to swimming long distances in the sea off Long Island.
Posted by David Emerick at 11:05 AM