Looking up at them, Looking down from them, seeing them from a distance, in
a photograph. Taking tea in the top floor observatory, gazing out to sea, at
Liberty, at the blinding reflections of the water. Or maybe just sitting on the
roof bench just taking in the stillness of it all, forgetting one was a quarter
of a mile high in the sky. The Towers. I miss them so much.
It was and will always be a great work of art, and in its vastness it became so
overwhelming and powerful. The configuration of two similar towers built close
to each other just added to its shock supremacy. And what an image that was.
The Towers always played a part of a reassuring beacon for street navigation, and when one needed them, they always deserved more than a glance. No matter where in New York City, the towers were that ever present companion. Even when approaching Manhattan one felt only finally at home when faced with the scrapers, and the skyline master was usually the WTC. Such an exquisite expression and daring design, it was an astounding genius to compliment the tip of the island with this double helping of steel structured suaveness, how did they guess that it would work so superbly? It might have been a gamble at the time, and even the greatest of architects dont always get it right, but the designs were approved for the miniature city that would specialise in world trade.
Back in 1966, work began on this monumental monument with the giant excavation for the foundations. Slowly, the breathtaking buildings rose in tandem to make their mark on the downtown scene. Opening in 1974, the towers survived early critics to become that much loved symbol of architectural magnificence. Ultimately, the World Trade Center's Twin Towers of New York City would be recognised as the greatest success in world skyscraper concepts. It was the perfect piece to the puzzle. From the Ferry it looked so right. And the towers grew on everyone. A wonderful creation, to be loved and enjoyed by so many. An exciting experience that never faded, never failed. A sight to bring joy, a feeling of home. At one with the bay and older buildings, envied by other cities and their less successful schemes. It was the happiest thing to behold.
Approaching the WTC, closer and closer, and yet even closer, until their true breadth unfolded, and you realised that this impressive configuation that once beckoned you from the horizon has become an all encompassing block of metallic lines and curvations. Closer, until you're hit by the scale and brilliance of what your eyes are dealing with, an epic effigy of not one, but two mammoth towers of steel and glass in powered perspective. Finding yourself in an oasis of business and commerce and energy unrivaled. The city of World Trade.
Closer and that lovable chicane-track wall design hits you, as the might of the towers enveloped all, nothing left to do but to stand between them, look up, and twirl around. Quite a shock for the senses. The visually most stunning sensation mankind had ever made, and even as you stood between them, it still seemed unbelievable. In recovery, one could take in the delights of the sculptures and designs that shone around the entrance, maybe sit around the golden globe for a spell, and then, when ready, take those steps into the stunning twin tiered atrium and relax in the glittering tranquility of the lobby, a glade of glowing marble and giant wall tapestries. This began the path to peace. Soon, there you would be in a ear-wobbling elevator ride to the stratosfear. And moments later, stare upon the most mind mashing all encompasing largest man man work of art: Manhattan and its buildings, punctuated by the Empire State. Absolutely astounding and gorgeous. Unforgettable. A mass of lines, angles, colors, movement, even sound. Fantastic and awesome, and a contradictory perspective to the one from the Empire State. But stepping back from the slitted windows was to be aware of ones environment, that each of the WTC's floors were a whole acre in size. No trouble taking in the panorama here. Plenty of room for everyone, and even a few shops up there to break up what could be often a several hour undertaking.
Sky high restaurants and bars sporting the globes most killer views. One was secure and happily sheltered there in all weathers, and it was always a shocker though to survey the minimal sway in high winds by lining up the horizontals of a window frame with a far off building. Only a few inches! But better was the ambience from up top, when in good weather one was allowed to ascend the escalators to the roof. Here, above the 110th floor, one was 1350ft into the heavens.
This square walkway let you touch the wonderful moods of that very special place where on some days it was so weird to find it so blindingly hot and still you could forget where you were. Finding yourself yards from the other tower's 360 ft TV antennae seperated from your concourse by a dastardly drop to hell. Head literally in the clouds. Listening to the groans of the harbour horns. Sitting on those benches in the ultimate garden of sombre meditation. You could certainly register the curvature of the earth from that position. Mind blowing in itself. And it was worth timing your stay to meet the finest of finales, gazing upon the most fantastic of sunsets against the foreground of Manhatten's metropolis. Untoppable! Brought a tear to the eye. Made life all worthwhile. My last visit included two hours sitting there completely taking it all in.
Who needs boring drugs when experiences like that give the senses such a natural high and expansion. The towers were a lovable benevolent animal which gave its participants zillions of hours of enjoyment. They were a great sight to behold and a pleasure to visit. Structures that should have lasted for generations. Truly innocent and wonderful creations. I loved them, and will remember them, always.
Charles (from London Town)
Londoners looked on in dispair and shock.
I'm a supporter of the Twin Towers II project. To rebuild the World Trade Center Twin Towers again, looking exactly as they were before - but even higher.