The New Yorker has had its controversial covers (think fist bump) and its humorous covers (think the iconic map of the way New Yorkers view the country), but it is in times of tragedy that the elegance of the magazine’s style shines. After 9/11, I remember so vividly the glossy touch of the magazine with its black-as-pitch cover and, just barely visible appearing like ghosts, the silhouette of the twin towers in a darker black. It captured so perfectly the haunting loss.
Now, just a week before Washington celebrates the Cherry Blossom Festival thanks to its gift of trees from Japan, the New Yorker offers up this moving tribute to the fragility of life.
(Via Fishbowl NY)