Mattingly's color photographs are sci-fi fantasies of a future in which nomadic figures in tentlike robes or protective jumpsuits wander through a brave new depopulated world.
In several pictures, these faceless figures (survivors? explorers? lone visionaries?) look out over untouched vistas—a snowy mountain range, a receding glacier, a choppy sea. But there's something elegiac about the landscapes, as if they're all that's left of an environment and a civilization that have been reduced to the contents of the towering cardboard boxes that some of the nomads (and a life-size sculpture in the gallery) trundle around on their bicycles.Read the complete review in The New Yorker.