To watch: A newly released, seventeen-minute video of the smoking World Trade Center on September 11th, taken from a New York police helicopter.
Ryan Humphrey's walk-in "Decadent Jungle," an executive office fenced with spears, is papered with shots of the smoking World Trade Center, a ubiquitous image in recent art.
(That Sunday flashed back as if it were yesterday as I watched the smoking World Trade Center on television on Sept. 11).
Shortly after a jetliner hit the north tower at 8 46, the channels have subbed live feeds of the smoking World Trade Center for their regular programming.
In contrast, it is somewhat shocking to see the Met contextualizing (as few museums can) photographs from 9/11, comparing Mr. Ruff's enlarged JPEG of the smoking World Trade Center towers to Turner's 1834 painting "The Burning of the Houses of Parliament".
A review of the Tumblr site McNeil allegedly ran shows it is filled with images of Islamic State fighters, the smoking World Trade Center buildings, Anwar Al-Awlaki, Osama bin Laden, and memes from South Park.
I still remember waking up that morning to see the television airing footage of the smoking Word Trade Centers, the stunned reporters continually repeating that the United States was under attack.
Union Square, about two miles from the still-smoking World Trade Centre, has become a place of round-the-clock vigils not just condemning the terrorist attacks, but calling on America to hold back from violent vengeance.
There may be some imagined analogy in the trans fat thing with the New York smoking ban: the trade screamed blue murder before that was introduced, but then discovered, for the most part, that it was kind of welcome, and hey, aren't we all better off?
Soon to be gone were cigars and open smoking on the trading floor.
