Posted on | September 11, 2011 | 2 Comments
Sept. 11…watched the smoke rise off the Pentagon as I drove to work.
Sept. 12…my dear friend, Ray Farkas (the man who taught me producing), and I arrived in Manhattan. 10pm in Times Square, not a single car on the street. And the smell. I’ll never forget the smell.
Sept. 13…twelve hours of shooting around NY. This piece was the result.
Missing you today, Ray.