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The most beautiful suicide
On May 1, 1947, Evelyn McHale leapt to her death from the observation deck of the Empire State Building. Photographer Robert Wiles took a photo of McHale a few minutes after her death.The photo ran a couple of weeks later in Life magazine accompanied by the following caption:
On May Day, just after leaving her fiancé, 23-year-old Evelyn McHale wrote a note. ‘He is much better off without me … I wouldn’t make a good wife for anybody,’ … Then she crossed it out. She went to the observation platform of the Empire State Building. Through the mist she gazed at the street, 86 floors below. Then she jumped. In her desperate determination she leaped clear of the setbacks and hit a United Nations limousine parked at the curb. Across the street photography student Robert Wiles heard an explosive crash. Just four minutes after Evelyn McHale’s death Wiles got this picture of death’s violence and its composure.
From McHale’s NY Times obituary, Empire State Ends Life of Girl, 20:
At 10:40 A. M., Patrolman John Morrissey of Traffic C, directing traffic at Thirty-fourth Street and Fifth Avenue, noticed a swirling white scarf floating down from the upper floors of the Empire State. A moment later he heard a crash that sounded like an explosion. He saw a crowd converge in Thirty-third Street.
Two hundred feet west of Fifth Avenue, Miss McHale’s body landed atop the car. The impact stove in the metal roof and shattered the car’s windows. The driver was in a near-by drug store, thereby escaping death or serious injury.
On the observation deck, Detective Frank Murray of the West Thirtieth Street station, found Miss McHale’s gray cloth coat, her pocketbook with several dollars and the note, and a make-up kit filled with family pictures.
By Jason Kottke • Jul 16, 2008 at 02:49 pm ps this is a re-blog of sorts as i saw it a couple of months ago.and i thought it was beautiful then so here,s another look at it.
Recently there was a little flurry of man tings in my life. Unexpected dirtiness and heavy flirtation with a couple of boys who have more in common than just me…
Je ne regrette rien. Their friends will think I am certain type of girl but in my mind i know it is just harmless fun. I spent so long hiding away from the world and once my looks fade and my responsibilities start to wear me away, the world will hide away from me.
So for the time being i am just me. If we don’t take these chances when we’re young then when? These are the memories that will keep me smiling in my old age and each new experience is a life lesson learned. Mostly, that i am pretty. fucking. awesome.
toronto
is this “toronto” or “thailand” and is that “heidi” or is it “a sad prostitute ready to do anything for crack and a white man”? there is really no way of telling
Fuck you for dumping me before I got to dump you.
Oh God. Oh Yes. OH YES YES YES YES YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS.
