three
Three… It is well titled.
The plane is an icon, it represents a global power, it is an American talisman. But the three figures, dark and faceless, perfectly spaced like dancers in a tarmac corps de ballet, poised and waiting, it is the three who we should see.
It might be their job to represent a global power, their clothes and their expressions might achieve unreadable uniformity. But they are humans and more than just their jobs, they have worries, feelings, histories. The middle guy might just have sciatic nerve pain like tingling flames in his left calf. Perhaps the right side guy is pissed at his daughter who just got a piercing. The left couldn’t find his smartwool socks this morning and now his feet are cold, and he hasn’t had his coffee.
Underneath all the liveries, customs and formalities there are still people.
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