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September 11, 2006 at 9:20 am
thank you for your recollections. I always wanted to hear first hand from a resident of New York what they went through. Our hearts are with you all today as you remember that horrible event. Take care.
September 11, 2006 at 9:22 am
and as a dad, how did that all feel ? I feel like it was so much worse, as parents.
September 11, 2006 at 9:27 am
May we all be happy. May we all be healthy. May we all live with ease. May we all be free of enemies, within and without. – Traditional Buddhist “Metta” or “Loving-kindness” prayer. JCH
positively the same dame
September 11, 2006 at 9:30 am
september 11th is my birthday. in 2001 i was living in park slope on the top floor of a brownstone with a view of lower manhattan. i used to love the mornings in that apartment because the sun would hit the trade center towers and they would gleam gold, and in the evenings they would shimmer and reflect all of the colors of the setting sun. that particular morning i was standing at my kitchen window drinking a cup of coffee, enjoying the glorious blue, blue morning and the light show on the towers and thinking about how i would celebrate the anniversary of my birth when the first plane hit. i remember the frantic phone calls from loved ones around the country and the world wanting to make sure i was okay. but most of all what i remember is going down the street to the hospital to donate blood and being turned away because there was too much blood, plenty of blood and no one to claim it.
September 11, 2006 at 9:35 am
from today’s edition of manhattanusersguide.com:
Riding the Elevator Into the SkyBy Anne Sexton (1975)
As the fireman said: Don’t book a room over the fifth floorin any hotel in New York. They have ladders that will reach furtherbut no one will climb them. As the New York Times said: The elevator always seeks outthe floor of the fireand automatically opensand won’t shut. These are the warningsthat you must forgetif you’re climbing out of yourself. If you’re going to smash into the sky.
Many times I’ve gone pastthe fifth floor, cranking upward, but only oncehave I gone all the way up. Sixtieth floor: small plants and swans bendinginto their grave. Floor two hundred: mountains with the patience of a cat, silence wearing its sneakers. Floor five hundred: messages and letters centuries old, birds to drink, a kitchen of clouds. Floor six thousand: the stars, skeletons on fire, their arms singing. And a key, a very large key, that opens something – some useful door – somewhere – up there.
September 11, 2006 at 10:19 am
I remember being in LA on vacation and watching the events unfold on CNN. I remember being absolutely terrified until I was able to get back home to NYC the following week. If something like this could happen, then what next?
September 11, 2006 at 10:49 am
I remember 9/11 like it was yesterday too. It all seemed surreal, I couldn’t fathom how a plane could crash into the World Trade Center. I live halfway across the world and have never been to NY, but i feel for its residents. It was one of the saddest days in history.
September 11, 2006 at 10:51 am
scott, both yours and same dame’s recollections brought tears to my eyes. i was living in arizona on 9/11 and everything seemed so surreal to us there. my heart goes out to all of you who lived through this personally and those who lost friends and loved ones on that terrible day.
September 11, 2006 at 10:52 am
September 11, 2006 at 10:55 am
I was born in NY, but raised in LA. I’ve only been back for extended visits, but NY always feels like “home.”
My wife and I had a trip planned to NY in Oct. 01. After 9/11, many told us not to go, but we felt we had to be there. It was hard seeing all of the damage and missing persons flyers.
I’ll never forget seeing the attacks on t.v. and then seeing the damage first hand.
To those NY’rs who lived through it, our thoughts and prayers are with you. For all of us, we can never let our guard down again.
Yes Scott, we will never forget, On 9/11 I was on another island, Sardinia, it was a gorgeous day, around 3 pm local time I was listening to a demential radio station just to relax and they suddenly stopped telling jokes and very seriously described what tv stations around the world were airing, I had to run home and turn the tv on: everything felt so surreal, a catastrophic movie….no it was reality, I will never forgive myself for not being able to be there with my friends, support them and help. The towers, the people and Manhattan will always be in my heart.
September 11, 2006 at 10:57 am
I was working in Memphis with a colleague and remember turning to her and asking, “are we being attacked?” It was incomprehensible. Please know that we cried with you, we prayed for you we hoped for you and we still do. Remembering in Dallas…
September 11, 2006 at 11:16 am
I remember the first time I went to the top of the Towers. I was living in NYC at the time, and it was a gorgeous clear autumn day, and I could see well into New Jersey. I remember thinking how proud I was to live there, how beautiful it was, how lucky & happy I felt to be able to say, “I’m a New Yorker.”
I don’t live in New York anymore, but there will always be a part of me that is a New Yorker. When I moved away, the Towers were still there. I’m not turning on the television today, because I don’t want to watch them coming down again. I want to remember them as they were on that clear fall day, shining, humming with life, beautiful.
Peace to us all.
September 11, 2006 at 11:33 am
How has your view on fashion changed since then? Is it as important to you now as it was before the terrible events on 9/11?I was just wondering, because I’ve been feeling a little uneasy watching people parading around in their expensive clothing this fashion week, as if that was the only thing that mattered in the world. Maybe it’s just the timing. I guess life goes on, huh?
September 11, 2006 at 11:44 am
Thank you for that post. The personal touched me.
Lola is Beauty
September 11, 2006 at 11:52 am
Thank you for taking the time to share this with us. NYC has been in my thoughts all day today.
September 11, 2006 at 12:46 pm
I saw the towers in August 2001 for the first time and I still remember being awestruck. They were so beautiful, New York was so beautiful and now it seems something is missing. But, time will heal. Let’s stay strong.
September 11, 2006 at 1:01 pm
Your words were really touching.I’m from Brazil and, even living this far, I remember exactly everything of my morning that day. I just couldn’t believe. I think it is time for us to ask what we’ve learned from that horrible event.
September 11, 2006 at 2:40 pm
How quotidien it all sounds in a strange way – the guy with the yogart and fruit. The things you remember. I was online and a friend IM’d me from Detroit to tell me what was happening in my own town. I ran up to the roof and saw one building go down. The friend and I had met while day-trading online, so I’d taken trading classes on the 11th floor of Building #1 – totally out of my element, but what fun it was! I loved those buildings so much. Of course I knew that Borders, and so many other shops – it was a haven you could wander through. The WTC was NYC’s touchstone. No matter where you looked downtown you saw it. I still can’t accept that big empty space on the horizon..
September 11, 2006 at 2:46 pm
Lately, I have been crying a lot because there are a lot of readings about 9/11. Your personal writing really touched me. Thanks for sharing.
September 11, 2006 at 2:53 pm
Manhattan is an island…with how many bridges, tunnels and a very small rivers?
September 11, 2006 at 2:59 pm
That was a very touching, very personal recollection. I wonder if it is a blessing or a burden to carry those memories with you. Thank you for sharing it.
September 11, 2006 at 3:25 pm
Thank you for taking time away from the normal content of your blog to share your 9/11 experience. It shows as much about your style as anything you might wear.
September 11, 2006 at 5:41 pm
” I was just wondering, because I’ve been feeling a little uneasy watching people parading around in their expensive clothing this fashion week, as if that was the only thing that mattered in the world ” ….
I just wanted to reply to this post … N.Y fashion week has always taken place around this time, well before 9/11 … many of the people attending the shows, modelling in the shows, working in the shows, organising the parties etc.. live in N.Y … Just because they’re “parading around in their expensive clothing” doesn’t make their memories of 9/11 any less real …
September 11, 2006 at 5:48 pm
It is amazing that everyone has its own 9/11 story, and it always feels like yesterday; for me, those little stories are much more touching than any other 9/11 blockbuster movies.
September 11, 2006 at 9:08 pm
a prayer everyday for everyone who has to live through war
September 11, 2006 at 9:52 pm
thanks for sharing…very interesting to hear the different stories people have for this tragedy.
i was in college and i remember my roommates waking me up to tell me that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. I remember we sat in front of our tv’s, legs crossed like children, watching to see why a plane would accidentally fly into such a large structure. I remember watching the second plane hit the other tower and thinking that something was terribly wrong but not knowing exactly what. I remember we sat there for what seemed like whatever, unable to turn away. I remember seeing the first tower crash down and thinking that it couldn’t be possible. I remember we prayed the second tower would make it, but watched it go down as well. I remember the terrible feeling of helplessness and confusion and not knowing what would happen next. I remember the other college students were scared that colleges might be targeted next b/c colleges had many of the future leaders of the US and lots of them in one confined area. I suppose that last part sounds somewhat silly now, but that’s just what I remember.
September 11, 2006 at 10:49 pm
till this day I still can’t believe what my eyes saw that morning on tv. I was a high school student, and me and my friends were overwhelmed by, the now tangible fact of evilness in the world, which made us think about how far people would go for their own interests. my heart is with you and all the american country, whom, till this day, are still grieving their loving ones and the lifes of those who died in behalf of their people’s country.
September 11, 2006 at 10:57 pm
I remember we were heading out to do our Spring photoshoot the morning of September 11, and you’re right, it was surreal when we realized what was happening. Fashion seemed so… inconsequential that day, that year even. But one lesson learned is that we can’t take our lives for granted, and to be thankful that – even if it’s for something as ‘inconsequential’ as fashion – we can live our lives doing what we love.
September 11, 2006 at 11:01 pm
I remember being woken up by my roomate, I was a student then and we were living in dorms. He had the TV turned on, and it was before the second plane had hit. I thought, briefly, that it was an accident. I remember still going to class, not that I thought it mattered, but because it was normal. I also knew others would be there and I remember thinking I just want to talk to other people, but why, what can be said? It was one of those days you knew that everyone’s mind was singularly focused.
September 12, 2006 at 12:54 am
Scott, thank you for your thoughts. I remember looking out my apartment window in the West Village the night of Sept 10th, 2001 and seeing the glow of the Marc Jacobs after party out on a Hudson River pier. The pier was lit with infinite small lights. It was beautiful to see from afar. It was indeed fashion week. I was told the party was fantastic. Of course no one at that party knew it was the last time people could get together in one of the most wonderful places in the world and not have to worry about their safty and security. It had to be the last true party. Through the same window on the morning of the 11th I watched the most incomprehensible scene. But what also stands out, is the scene that so few witnessed. It occured on the morning of Sept 12th. All of downtown was in lockdown mode. No non residents were allowed. The West Village community, lined the West Side Highway and watched the endless caravans of every available truck and rescue vehicle go down to the WTC. In my mind, the might and resilliance that is America, has never had a finer day. Later that week life in the city resumed, almost as normal, I was determined, as my friends were to make living and having fun in a free society, in a great city, a mission. As big an effort and as surreal as it was, we went to the benefits, the theatre and the events that make NY great, most of which were not canceled.
As I look out my window right now I see the tower of lights, which were conceived and designed by two friends that I stood with on the West Side Highway on Sept 12th 2001. It’s a powerful symbol to me that NY still thives, and the party, while not as carefree, still goes on, (and let’s face it NY is a perpetual party) and with that said, Scott – go out there tomorrow and shoot some great NY fashion! I think you’re a true NY ambassador.
September 12, 2006 at 6:48 am
FROM SPAIN ALL OUR LOVE. GOD BLESS AMERICA AND NEW YORK.
September 12, 2006 at 7:32 am
I remember 9/11 I’m a med dr and i was on the operating room in an french hospital in the center of Paris. Somebody told me the fact..i stop all the procedures and went to my office to see the TV who give in direct the second crash…Iwas sad and i’m always sad…I’m an american in my heart…Martin webmaster of http://www.souliers.net
September 12, 2006 at 7:50 am
Thanks for sharing your recollections of 9/11.
Even though I am living in Denmark, far away from the US, 9/11 it felt so close. Yesterday brought back that feeling.
Looking forward to go back to NY again some day. It’s the most wonderful city, despite of 9/11.
September 12, 2006 at 9:53 am
That was powerful, to hear from someone who was right in the middle of it…. I think everyone in the western world remembers exactly what they did when they first heard about this awful, awful happening… I do. But we didn’t have to be in the middle of it.
September 12, 2006 at 2:18 pm
The american spirit will be celebrated in spite of that attack. Thanks for taking the time to commemorate our great loss and compassion.
September 12, 2006 at 6:49 pm
Although I live in Sweden and can not begin to understand how New Yorkers and Americans must feel, it was still so very sad and unreal when it happened. It still is. I too remember everything about that day, sitting infront of the tv for hours…just totally shocked. You never expect something like that to happen. I can’t believe it’s been five years already.
September 13, 2006 at 11:48 am
I as well want to reply to this. If something has been going on for a while and it celebrates a passion, a vitality, a certain joie de vivre. Then I think it is even more important to keep on doing after the fact. You can’t let an event, no matter how terrible, like 9/11 take that away. Otherwise you let them win.
May the many innocent victims of that day memory be a blessing.
September 14, 2006 at 6:45 am
September 14, 2006 at 8:54 pm
As already said, thanks for sharing this with us; I remember that day, far away from NY, as one of the most surreal, you could just breathe the air, walk on the streets, and felt something was wrong. What a sad day.
September 15, 2006 at 1:39 am
It is amazing how strongly that experience is emblazoned in our memories isn’t it. I too watched the whole thing out my living room window and from my roof on what was one of the worst days of my life. I didn’t panic and buy food, but I did try to donate blood. As a friend and I walked by the nearest hospital we saw signs that they did not need any more donations. There was a row of crisp white stretchers waiting for survivors who would never come.
I remember random calls getting through. My family telling me to leave and go upstate to my brother’s house. I had never felt more love and pride for NYC and there was no way I was leaving my city behind. I live below 14th Street, so initially I had to show i.d. to get back home and the restaurants started running out of things because they couldn’t get their deliveries. For awhile I only had one or two channels on my tv, as I don’t have cable and most of the antennaes were on the towers. My heart broke as the city became haunted with the faces of the missing that were plastered everywhere. I anxiously listened for my neighbor who had not returned home. Every time I saw a friend my embrace was a little tighter and clung a little longer. It was a horrible time, all very surreal, a burning smell wafting into the apartment, jet fighters overhead. Yet, I think how little I actually suffered compared to those who lost loved ones or people who continually live with the violence of war.
I now work two blocks from Ground Zero and on 9/11 I decided to go by. It didn’t take long for my eyes to well with tears and I had to leave. Watching the movies and footage, I still become overwhelmed. As I sat at my computer that night to post to my own site, a photo project documenting my clothes, I couldn’t find any of the words that seem to flow easily now, just tears. Instead of posting pictures of the clothes I wore that day as I usually do, I just posted a picture of what I wore five years earlier and hoped that said it all. I remember.
September 15, 2006 at 9:03 pm
Thank you so much for that memoir and the same to the other commenters who were there.