9.11.01 Le Storie dei Fotografi
Per vari motivi, principalmente per ragioni di lavoro ma anche a causa del fatto che il sito è stato non raggiungibile per qualche giorno a causa di problemi dovuti al cambio di server, non ho postato nulla sull’anniversario dell’11 settembre 2001.
C’è poco da aggiungere a quanto scritto e detto in questi anni, di sicuro però tutti noi ci ricorderemo per sempre dove eravamo il giorno e l’ora in cui è avvenuto l’attentato e le emozioni che abbiamo provato, indelebili nella nostra mente, dal momento che quanto successo ha di sicuro cambiato per sempre le nostre vite; per chi ha avuto modo di visitare il luogo dove sorgevano le due torri solo dopo l’attentato – le foto qui sopra e sotto sono mie, fatte nel 2009 – la scena che si presentava è di sicuro impatto e sino a pochi anni fa rimaneva solo un grosso cantiere.
Non voglio qui andare a scrivere o commentare quanto successo – molti l’hanno fatto e lo fanno meglio di me – ed un articolo che mi ha colpito è sicuramente l’Orgoglio e la Rabbia di Orina Fallaci ; voglio segnalarvi qui, per ricordare il giorno 11 settembre 2001, un interessante lavoro di American Photo Mag, che racconta quanto successo dal punto di vista dei fotografi che erano lì ed hanno documentato quello che è accaduto. L’articolo si può leggere in questo link, è suddiviso in quattro pagine / storie:
La foto sopra è di Carmen Taylor, che ricorda qui sotto lo stupore nel vedere il secondo aeroplano che si schiantava contro la seconda torre e la velocità nello scattare il momento con la sua Sony Mavica:
Carmen Taylor: I took a few pictures when [the north tower] started smoking. Then I ended up at the very front of the ferry, braced on some sort of a metal box with my feet up on the rail, just taking pictures. There’s a helicopter to the right, the smoke, and the clear blue sky. I looked to my left. I heard this droning sound, and I saw a little speck of an airplane. In my pre-9/11 mind, I figured it was a TV or police airplane that would circle the towers and maybe take some pictures, or somebody would be able to get a radio report from that airplane.
I thought, “This plane is going to come right in front of the south tower, both towers. It’s going to circle. The helicopter will be there. And I’m going to set this shot up to get it when it gets right in front of the south tower.” With my little Sony Mavica, on choppy water, sitting there on a metal box with my feet braced up so my hands can be free, I sort of aimed at the tower and watched the plane approach. I really didn’t hear the plane so much as felt the vibrations of it. When I think back, it probably wasn’t the fact that I wasn’t hearing it. I imagine every single human being that was anywhere near there afterwards was in some level or state of shock and did or did not think they heard something. But I did not hear the airplane. Since I’m not someone who knows a great deal about airplanes and I wasn’t thinking about it, I didn’t think about what size it was. I was just trying to watch it out of the corner of my eye as it passed the towers—you know, as it got into position for me to click. Because as you know, on those cameras you get one try.
Spencer Platt: I went over the Brooklyn bridge on foot. All these cars had stopped. The taxi drivers were out, the passengers were out, everyone was just staring across the river. I didn’t hear the second plane and I certainly didn’t see it. I had put my camera up to take some more frames, and then it just hit. I got the whole fireball. I probably have like ten frames of that fireball, but it felt like it went on for minutes. I pulled my camera down immediately and scrolled to make sure I had the picture.
This taxi driver was looking over my shoulder and started screaming, “He’s got it.” As if that mattered. As if what happened in front of us wasn’t real until it was actually captured.
I vividly remember getting off the bridge and seeing a man and a woman. The woman was hysterically crying. I instinctively took a couple pictures of her and I was just totally confused at what was going on. I remember him telling me, “Don’t shoot this. You can’t shoot this.” I don’t even think I tried to argue.
Spencer Platt ricorda di aver visto un uomo ed una donna piangere.. ha scattato alcune foto in stato confusionale, come fosse una macchina – l’uomo gli ha detto: “non scattare: non puoi fotografare questo!”
Gulnara Samoilova: When the south tower collapsed I was standing at the triage on Fulton and Church streets. I kind of instantly lifted my camera and saw the building coming down through the viewfinder. I snapped just one photo, then somebody screamed, “Run!” And we all began to run.
When the building hit the ground, I fell. That was the first time I thought that I would die. I thought people would just run over me. But nobody did, so I looked back and I saw this huge cloud coming toward me. I hid behind a car and went through this tunnel of dust. It was quite powerful. Then I thought that I had died again. It was very dark. I couldn’t hear anything, couldn’t see anything, couldn’t breathe. When I was able to breathe and see, I started shooting again.
Suzanne Plunkett: When I got out of the subway at Fulton Street I had about five minutes before the first tower came down. When people started running past me, I just froze and started taking pictures for a few minutes before I turned and ran as well. I remember, as I ran, wondering how on earth I was going to outrun a hundred-plus-story building toppling in my direction.
qui raccontano di persone che scappavano dalle torri, dai detriti, di fotografi colpiti e di vigili del fuoco che andavano invece incontro alla loro morte.
Steve McCurry: We shot down at Ground Zero until nine at night. Then I walked home, but I couldn’t sleep. At 3:30 in the morning I got up and walked back down there. As you can imagine, there was serious security, police, firemen, soldiers.
Mario Tama: I met our colleague Chris Hondros the night of 9/11. He called me the morning of September 12 and said we could really use an aerial-type picture. So I kept trying to go into these different buildings. I finally got into one building and climbed up eight or ten flights. I remember looking down and to me it just summed up what the whole thing was all about: Even in the immensity of this evil and horror and destruction, you’ve got hope, you’ve got solidarity, you’ve got people coming together.
Viene qui raccontata la difficoltà di raggiungere il posto il giorno dopo, la desolazione, la disperazione, la morte, ma nello stesso tempo la solidarietà e la speranza.
Segnalo infine che la storia, insieme alle fotografie, è disponibile anche come applicazione per iPad – scaricabile da questo link .
fonte | American Photo Mag