humansofnewyork:

"My dad lived in Newark, so he’d pick me up on the weekends and I’d go stay with him. But since he didn’t really get along with my mom, he’d never come over to the house. Whenever his train arrived, he’d just call and I’d go to the station to meet him. But one weekend he was three hours late. I tried to call his phone but he didn’t pick up, so I assumed he wasn’t coming and left to see a movie with my friends. I guess his train showed up a few minutes later. Because my mom said he called as soon as I left. When I finally got in touch with him, we got in a big fight. He was mad that I’d gone to see the movie. He said I didn’t care about him or love him. That was on Saturday. Late Sunday night, I got up to go the bathroom, and found my stepdad and mom crying in the kitchen. They couldn’t even tell me he’d been murdered. They just said that ‘something happened to someone in Jersey.’ I asked if it was my aunt. Then my cousins. Then my grandma. And my mom just kept shaking her head. I went down the entire list of people in Jersey before getting to my dad. And with each name I said, I got more and more scared, cause I knew what had happened."

humansofnewyork:

"Do you remember the happiest moment of your life?"
"One time back in 73’, I went to see a show at the Village Vanguard by Rahsaan Roland Kirk. He was amazing. He could play three saxophones at one time. I went to his last set of the night, and I got there early and found him sitting at the bar. I went up to him and asked if I could join him on stage for a song, but he told me that he wouldn’t have the time. ‘If you change your mind,’ I told him, ‘I’ll be sitting in the front row corner.’ I told him exactly where I’d be because he was blind. Then right at the end of the show, he started waving toward my table. I got up there and started playing, and at one point he motioned for the whole band to stop, and I got to play a solo up on the stage. Everyone was clapping for me. I rode home on the subway that night feeling like a king. Feeling like I could play with anyone in the world."

robsheridan:

Portraits of children around the world with their most prized possessions, by Gabriele Galimberti.

Galimberti found that children in richer countries were more possessive with their toys and that it took time before they allowed him to play with them, whereas in poorer countries he found it much easier to quickly interact, even if there were just two or three toys between them.”

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davediddlystrider:

anothercrookedsmile:

Trippy ice effect after a flood.

The terrain glitched

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By Mark Dorf

museumuesum:

Philippe Halsman

Expérimentation pour un portrait de femme (Experimentation for a portrait of a woman), 1931-1940

gelatin silver print

humansofnewyork:

"I want to do be a zoo designer."
"What’s the most important part of being a zoo designer?"
"Making the habitats feel like home."
"What would be your favorite habitat to design?"
"The wolf habitat."
"And what would that look like?"
"It would be big and have a mountain and a lot of evergreens and a little grass but not a lot of grass because most wolves live in Alaska and there’s probably not a lot of grass there."

humansofnewyork:

"I have too much energy. I’m learning to channel it instead of letting it burn me."
"How does it burn you?"
"It can keep me from focusing. It causes me to think about a million things at once."
"Are you manic?"
"Yes."
"Do you take medicine?"
"No. I just wear a weight vest under my clothes while I’m working, then after work I run until the batteries are done."

Paris in color - 1914 by Albert Kahn

welcometoross:

Steven Yeun - GQ Magazine - March 2014

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donwill:

nprfreshair:

New York Times photojournalist Tyler Hicks spoke to Fresh Air about his Pulitzer Prize-winning photographs of the terrorist siege at a Nairobi mall in September 2013. In today’s interview Hicks tells Terry Gross about taking this photo:

"It’s a very exposed vantage point so I didn’t spend a lot of time there. But I looked down and saw this incredible scene of a young woman with two children hiding on the floor of a café. You could see shell casings all around them from bullets and they were just petrified, they were completely still and … to me, that photograph really sums up what happened there. Outside of the frame, all around them and on the floor of this mall were bodies, a man next to an ATM machine, a woman still holding a shopping bag who had been killed, and they somehow managed to avoid that."

The webpage includes more of his prize-winning photos. Interview extras can be found on Soundcloud

Photo Tyler Hicks/New York Times 

whoa

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museumuesum:

Unknown Photographer

c.1910

Bromide print, 9 x 5 1/2 inches

After hearing the same question over and over from friends and family — “Why aren’t you married yet?” — art director Suzanne Heintz got tired of it and set out to do something about it. She got herself a little family…of mannequins.

Over the course of 14 years and 10,000 miles of travel, she took her fake family everywhere and took all kinds of “family” pictures….

I loved the comment of Laura:

 She’s underlining the fact that for many people, a family seems to be little better than a trophy or badge to prove that someone has succeeded at fulfilling society’s expectations of them. How many families look great in photographs but are actually empty inside? The point is not to condemn family life, but to refuse to accept that a good life is simply one that looks good to other people.

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anmorphs:

Forrest K. Elliott

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