You
dont have to ask Jay Maisel if hes a Native New Yorker,
you just know. Its not the accent, or the way he dresses. What
gives it away is attitude. Not his attitude, just attitude, that unique
New York quality that is difficult to completely define. You just
know it when you see it.
One of the reasons that Jay loved to photograph the twin towers of
the World Trade Center was that, for him, they also had attitude.
A lot of people have asked me if I liked them visually.
he said in a recent conversation Yes, I think they were very
New York, very in your face. They were a wonderful symbol; they were
without a doubt the quintessential New York landmark, much more than
the Empire State Building because of their twin-ness,
and they were just a wonderful graphic symbol.
Another
cause of his devotion to these towering expressions of New York brashness
and self-confidence is that for the thirty-five years that he has
occupied the former bank building that is his studio, office and home
they were the bookends of his day. In the middle of the sixties when
he moved in they were under construction. I watched them grow
to full size. I watched them take the rigging down, take the cranes
down, put up the mast, and it was the first thing that I would see
when I woke up in the morning because I positioned my bed so that
I could just look out of the window and see the World Trade Center,
and when I went to bed at night, after the lights went out, I would
look out and see them.

You
have to have lived in the city to fully understand what the buildings
meant to New Yorkers. If you emerged from almost any subway station
on the West Side below 34th street you would use them to orient yourself.
The Empire State Building meant you were heading north, and the Towers
south. The further south you went the more dominant they became, until
they seemed to devour the landscape. The expansive view from the roof
of Jays building is that much less breathtaking now than it
was on September 10th 2001. Its not like removing the Eiffel
Tower from Paris or Big Ben from London. Its more like taking
the Mount Ranier from the backdrop of Seattle. More so, because they
were a part of the city, and unlike these other landmarks they were
the workplace of thousands upon thousands of people. Jay expresses
his, and New Yorks loss by saying: I think that if people
werent in them it wouldnt matter worth a shit. Wed
rebuild them and that would be the end, but I think the pain of losing
all those people is what we remember most, long after we forget the
visual quality of the World Trade Center and figure out what kind
of memorial or not memorial, or build them or not build them. I found
myself crying at inopportune times, and I was afraid that somebody
was going to ask me Did you lose somebody? and the answer
was Nobody I knew, but I lost everybody. We all lost everybody.

As the citys shock and numbness slowly began to subside anger
started to take its place. Home made posters of Osama Bin Laden overprinted
with cross hairs and the slogan Skilled Snipers Wanted
appeared taped to lampposts and mailboxes. Muslim taxi drivers put
the largest Stars and Stripes in their cab windows that they could
and still see to drive. Jays attitude to the perpetrators is
forceful but measured:
A friend of mine wrote something. He was down there [at Ground
Zero] cutting steel, and I cant paraphrase it, but basically
he said the danger is becoming them. At the same time
I dont feel like this is a time for love, peace and forgiveness.
Were going to have to tread a thin line, and I hope to God they
dont screw it up again.
As
the owner of probably the finest collection of photographs of the
World Trade Center in existence Jay feels that there is a need to
do a book and exhibition that doesnt dwell on the inferno, but
essentially acts as a memorial, not only to the people who died but
also to the buildings themselves. At this moment these plans are in
progress, and he is looking for corporate sponsorship to ensure that
work is brought to the widest possible audience. I got the sense during
our conversation that Jay, like many New Yorkers, is using his plans
for the future to come to terms with the present. New York is a tough
and feisty town that prides itself on its hardiness. Jay Agrees:
Theres a lot of resilience in this town. I remember when
I walked through Washington Square there was one sign that said: You
picked the wrong fucking town to do this.
But he cautions that, in a city that until September 11th, 2001 thought
that it had seen everything: I dont think that well
ever be the same. I look at my kid. My kid, thank God, its like
.
Im not going to try and impress on her what a horror it was,
but I think she knows. Shes not manifesting any symptoms or
anything, but I think she knows. Jays child is one of
the lucky ones. Of all of the catastrophic statistics that have come
out of this disaster one of the most tragic is that the deaths of
the seven hundred employees of Cantor Fitzgerald, its entire
workforce, have meant that twelve hundred children in the New York
area are now without a parent. Their loss will be the living legacy
of the horror.
A couple of days after being with Jay I was sitting in the lobby of
a mid-town hotel waiting for one of the guests. On one wall was a
rack of brochures from companies trying to lure tourists to the ephemeral
pleasures of New York sightseeing. As I browsed through these it became
apparent that at least seventy per cent would have to be reprinted.
Each of them prominently featured images of the World Trade Center,
a taste of New York that they can no longer offer. But if the brochures
will have to be redesigned to accommodate the citys loss, the
images produced over the years by Jay and other talented photographers
will serve as evidence that our memories are correct. Yes these elegant
buildings did exist, yes the elevators did travel at fifty miles per
hour, and yes the Windows of the World was one of the few restaurants
where on certain days you could eat lunch above cloud level. One of
photographys greatest strengths is to be a guardian of memories,
the incontrovertible proof of times past, especially a time when two
tall buildings symbolized much that is New York.
© 2001 Peter
Howe