The Falling Man was an awakening essay about one man capturing a moment it time visibly upsetting to everyone involved. There were many details about his essay that stood out to me. First being the obvious details shown in the actual image. The image beautiful with is composition of lines, but also devastating with the reality of the action taken by the man in the photo. Another part in the essay that stood out to me was that of the statistics of how many people had jumped from the World Trade Center that September morning. The numbers were drastically different from one another. The New York Times stating that they could account for fifty jumpers that day. Where as the USA Today counts totaled over two hundred people.
A common pattern in the essay was that of the feeling of people on the photo itself. There we countless amount of people objecting to the image be shown to the public and also being taken in the first place. Another pattern along the same lines of the first is the people trying to confirm or deny who the man was in the photo. Most of the people were trying to identify if the man was their loved one, however they were not looking to prove it was him, but rather that their loved one was not one of the jumpers. An item that had been repeated was the orange shirt as well as the white jacket. Both of these items were off great importance of to who this man could have been. Mostly the white jacket was an indicator that this could have been someone working in the restaurant or someone working for a catering company. Another part within the essay that had similar characteristics was the artwork by Eric Fischl and the photography by Richard Drew. They were both trying to capture the emotions of everyone. But yet they were both hated by most who thought their art was prying into peoples personal feelings about the tragic day.
Some things that seemed strange to me was the one woman who had called trying to see if the man in the photo was one of her sons. She seemed to be the only one who wanted to look at the photo and help put a name to it. Something else that seemed out of place was the way the photographer’s day had started. He began his day in a rather calm situation, at a maternity shoot. This shoot filled with love and happiness and most of all soon to be new life. Then transitioning to a time of horror and tragedy, in taking photos of a man soon to be death, the last ten seconds of this mans life.
A common pattern in the essay was that of the feeling of people on the photo itself. There we countless amount of people objecting to the image be shown to the public and also being taken in the first place. Another pattern along the same lines of the first is the people trying to confirm or deny who the man was in the photo. Most of the people were trying to identify if the man was their loved one, however they were not looking to prove it was him, but rather that their loved one was not one of the jumpers. An item that had been repeated was the orange shirt as well as the white jacket. Both of these items were off great importance of to who this man could have been. Mostly the white jacket was an indicator that this could have been someone working in the restaurant or someone working for a catering company. Another part within the essay that had similar characteristics was the artwork by Eric Fischl and the photography by Richard Drew. They were both trying to capture the emotions of everyone. But yet they were both hated by most who thought their art was prying into peoples personal feelings about the tragic day.
Some things that seemed strange to me was the one woman who had called trying to see if the man in the photo was one of her sons. She seemed to be the only one who wanted to look at the photo and help put a name to it. Something else that seemed out of place was the way the photographer’s day had started. He began his day in a rather calm situation, at a maternity shoot. This shoot filled with love and happiness and most of all soon to be new life. Then transitioning to a time of horror and tragedy, in taking photos of a man soon to be death, the last ten seconds of this mans life.