I wonder how the generation born around 9/11 will feel about the ensuing years, growing up in an era of war, tragedy and terrorism — things I didn’t have to worry about as a kid growing up in the 80s and 90s. This photo is about that question, which is expressed by the young girl on the bottom right corner who looks as if she could have been born around 2001 or thereafter. I thought the people in the photograph (who were old enough to know the tragedy of that day) could be me.
Last night, I went to photographer, Ben Watts’ WattsUp wine party at Jimmy (the rooftop of the James Hotel). Besides being treated to free wine, cool people and an astounding view of Lower Manhattan, I couldn’t help to notice this huge middle finger sticking up from the bedrock of New York City. I think I’m in love with all 1776 feet of this building. You will never catch up working or going up there but it sure is pretty to look at and it goes well with wine, revelers and stormy clouds.
New York City
June 11, 2013
For the last 5 or 6 years, I’ve been making photos at either the area near Ground Zero or far enough away to get the full scope of the Twin Tower lights beaming into the sky. It’s been my own tribute; my way of dealing with this example of tragedy and to record the years that pass. What I’ve noticed is that the ceremonies and solemn honoring of the dead remains unchanged throughout the years. Even the feeling of walking within a vacuum of emotion still haunts the area almost as if no joy will ever enter within the parameter of the fallen buildings. September 11, 2001 began a series of events which continue its long arm of tragic decisions and deaths for thousands of people in Iraq and Afghanistan; complicating our relationship even further with the Middle East. Living in “Ground Zero” of this fulcrum of history is the closest I’ve ever been to atrocity.
The monuments and memorials don’t share the depth of loss but rather it is exhibited through the eyes of family members, fire fighters, police officers and loved ones who shared losses on 9/11 — and this is what guided my story, which I intended to be unique and respectful.
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September 11, 2012