Photo by @lucasfogliaphoto / “I’m born and bred here. Yonkers, just north of the Bronx. On 9/11, I was working at my juice bar on 23rd and 5th in Manhattan. Standing on the corner, we actually saw the tower fall. There was a massive river of humans coming up 5th Avenue. Thousands of people walking uptown, covered in dirt. We were all in shock. Right after, you couldn’t judge people, because they were all shell-shocked, upset, angry, and scared. You know, you realize there are things that are out of your control and you have to face that. So at the juice bar, we were friendlier. Like, somebody would come in and go, Yo, man, I asked for no ginger. And I’d say, You got it, buddy—I’ll make a fresh one. We all needed more rope.
A week or so after the attacks the Yankees played the Mets. They wore NYPD and EMS and fire department hats. Everybody cried together. We were all New Yorkers. We all got attacked. It was like we were on one team. Everybody had a common goal. Let’s all help one another and let’s get back. I will never forget that ball game,” says Stephen May.
May is pictured with his son Max in 2002, during the first summer after 9/11. I started photographing that summer because I wanted the project to show the city healing, both in celebration and unity, and with some scars. This photograph is part of my book, Summer After, published by Stanley/Barker for the 20th anniversary of the September 11 attacks. For more, visit @lucasfogliaphoto.