On 27th Street, a couple is passionately kissing. Behind them, the sky is filled with white smoke.
Everyone has left work. It’s like the Fourth of July. And then again it’s nothing like the Fourth of July.
At 33rd & Lex, a woman in an electric green dress squats down to take a snapshot of the Chrysler Building, standing tall and unaffected to the north. I catch myself thinking they haven’t bombed that one yet.
Jeffrey Zeldman Presents: My Glamorous Life #54: 11 September, 2001. 12 September, 2001. 13 September, 2001. As my loved ones and I lived it in New York City.
