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