When someone close to you dies, it’s a very personal decision how to deal with their remains, and different people approach it in different ways.
This photograph is of Evelyn McHale. On the 1st May 1947 she jumped 86 floors from the top of the Empire State Building. She was 23 years old.
On the ground below, a photography student named Robert Wiles managed to capture the scene minutes after her body landed on top of a parked limousine.
Years later, Andy Warhol appropriated Wiles’ photography for a print called Suicide (Fallen Body).
In her suicide note, she wrote the following:
My fiance asked me to marry him in June, but I don’t think I would make a good wife for anyone. He is much better off without me. Tell my father, I have too many of my mother’s tendencies. I don’t want anyone in or out of my family to see any part of me. Could you destroy my body by cremation? I beg of you and my family -don’t have any service or…
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The rain that prevented me from photographing Gudrid’s farm also delayed my arrival in Dalir. The wind picked up as we drove along the southern side of the Snæfellsnes Peninsula and around to the north. Even driving an SUV had become treacherous. My husband and I stopped for dinner and contemplated whether we should proceed to the Dales, where I was planning to photograph along the Laxá Valley.
A few days ago I had the intuition that I would be around here on this night but had failed to book accommodation. I had emailed a farm that advertised guest lodging but they had not responded. In the lovely restaurant by the brooding sea, I consulted the Internet on my iPhone, hoping to find a place to stay. It was then that I received a response from the guesthouse.
“We are waiting for you”.
When we pulled in the driveway an…
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