We now know all too well that “things fall apart; the center cannot hold,” as Yeats put it. We look around our cities and suburbs and, like Percy Shelley’s traveler from an ancient land, we see the colossal signs of our own economic arrogance in ruin: “Round the decay/ Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,/ The lone and level sands stretch far away.” New York-based artist Carl Gunhouse spent a good part of the last decade documenting American ruin with a large-format camera and collecting the images in a book, Falling Apart, whose release is celebrated at Guest Spot with a solo show of Gunhouse’s photos and a signing. (Baynard Woods)