SEVEN years since 9/11, the biggest “Where Were You When…?” event of the last forty years…
Where were you when..?
Posted: 12th, September 2008 | In: Anorak In New York, Photojournalism, War On Terror Comments (8) | Follow the Comments on our RSS feed: RSS 2.0 | TrackBack | Permalink
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September 12th, 2008 at 8:07 pm
bit fortunate having a sat pfaffing around just at the right time for the shot wasn’t it.
September 12th, 2008 at 12:37 pm
No.
But it is weird; New York from space is fractal, whereas New York on the ground is all straight lines…
September 12th, 2008 at 12:25 pm
Not wishing to drtract from the horror visited upon our wayward colonists, but does anyone else think that image looks a bit like the Gnome King from Return to Oz after he’s swallowed Billina’s egg?
September 12th, 2008 at 11:09 am
I was watching “That Hamilton Woman” when the news cut into it.
Never did see the end of it all these years later!
Later on when I was in Tescos, everyone was stood silently staring at the tv screens in disbelief. It really did feel like the end of the world was nigh that day.
September 12th, 2008 at 11:06 am
Haven’t a clue.
I do, however, recall thinking to myself that this was undoubtedly a ‘where were you when’ moment…
September 12th, 2008 at 9:48 am
in the car on way from work…didnt believe it was as bad as they said it was until i got home and seen the footage..
September 12th, 2008 at 9:25 am
in the living room, the tv was on and it just rolled right in front of me, very real and very unreal at the same time.
September 12th, 2008 at 9:08 am
Sitting in a mate’s house listening to Pixies. All the residual optimism for mankind left in me from the bringing down of the Berlin wall drained out in an instant. He turned to me and said, “We’re all f**ked. For years and years and years to come.” How right he was.