On September 11th, planes were used as weapons. In the sky, they always seemed like toys to me, so very small and far. It was fun to pinch one between my fingers, pretend I could snatch it out of the sky like some demi-god. In fact, it takes a lot more than a single person’s will to take a plane off its track. Or does it?

I followed the planes across Manhattan, I followed them from my apartment in Bushwick and into Queens. I was able to capture them in nooks and crannies of compositions, and trap them at the intersections of phone lines and buildings. Even though I could not hold them, I could still treat them like toys. Imagine all those people, a thousand people inside those planes whose portraits I caught.