Somewhere in Manhattan, just steps from the Hudson River, is one of British architect John Pawson's most intimate works. It is a family home, suffused with his signature vocabulary of shifting light and exquisite proportions, an ecstatic language that eschews commonplace distractions. There are no baseboards; there are no cornices. The troweled plaster walls are as soft as suede, and the raw wood floors as plainspo-ken as those in a farmhouse. The effect is spare, even monastic-just don't call it minimalist.
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