- 1:51 pm - Fri, Feb 28, 2014
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"You want to photograph me eating chicken?"
"Well, if I let you, I need you to help me deliver a message."
"I work at this library. And before that, I was coming here for twenty years. It’s my favorite place in the world. As many people know, the main reading room of this library is supported by seven floors of books, which contain one of the greatest research collections in the world. Recently, the library administration has decided to rip out this collection, send the books to New Jersey, and use the space for a lending library. As part of the consolidation, they are going to close down the Mid-Manhattan Library Branch as well as the Science, Industry, and Business Library. When everything is finished, one of the greatest research libraries in the world will become a glorified internet cafe. Now read that back to me."
- 1:08 pm - Thu, Jan 16, 2014
Someone at my office is quite the jokester. Way to rock working for a living, unknown person!
- 11:00 am - Tue, Nov 26, 2013
I was looking for this gif today and couldn’t find it, so I made one. You’re Welcome.
- 12:53 pm - Tue, Oct 8, 2013
Michelle best expresses my feelings today #governmentshutdown
- 11:35 am - Thu, Sep 12, 2013
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I love people are who living their dream and working their butts off to make it happen.
Photographing the Humans of New York
This story was produced in partnership with New York magazine.
If there’s such a thing as a typical path to becoming an artist, Brandon Stanton didn’t take it. No art school. No photography classes. No dropping out of college. Instead, the 28-year-old Georgia native landed a job as a bond trader in Chicago after betting $3,000 in student loans that Barack Obama would win the 2008 Democratic nomination. When he was later fired from the trading gig during the recession, he took another gamble: street photography. “I enjoy taking risks, whether it be trading bonds or moving to New York and stopping strangers on the street,” says the creator of Humans of New York. And so, with enough savings to live for a single month, Stanton launched a photo blog that proves it’s the city’s people — not the big lights — that inspire. “I just went out there with no idea what I was doing and decided to take 100,000 photos. I learned by being really bad at photography — over and over and over and over again.” His audience doesn’t seem to think it’s so bad.
How do you choose who you photograph?
I think the biggest misconception is how much I walk. People look at the photos and say, “God, crazy people are everywhere in New York.” But I’ll pass 1,000 people before I take a photograph.
Do people ever turn you down?
All the time. That’s one of the things that makes Humans of New York different. There are lots of street portraits out there, but they’re filled with the young fashionable demographic. Those people never turn me down because those people all want to be photographed. Where it gets trickier is venturing into the demographics where people aren’t walking out the door expecting to be photographed. That’s what makes this photography difficult — dealing with the human element. Rejection just flows off me now.
Captioning seems, in a way, just as important to you as the photo itself.
A lot of the quality in my content comes from the caption. The most popular photos are, meh, average. I messed them up. But then afterwards I’ll be having a conversation with a person and they’ll give me a great line. A great quote can really carry a bad photo.
Any advice for young artists?
For the first year and a half, I photographed every single day. The time I was most devoted to it was the time the least amount of people were paying attention. And that’s really what you’ve got to do to be an artist today. With so many people competing for attention — everybody has a digital camera, everybody has a Tumblr account — you’ve got to be willing to do a lion’s share of the work before anybody notices you. I didn’t leave New York. I photographed on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, I was on a train at midnight on New Years Eve. That’s really what it takes, and a belief that it’s gong to be good. Even if your parents don’t like it, even if your friends don’t believe in it, you’ve got to believe it’s beautiful. And you got to do it over and over and over again before anybody’s going to care.
Do you have another job?
This is it. I sell prints from time to time to raise money. But basically I view my goal as being achieved, which is being able to do what I love every day and take photos. I’m not rushing towards anything. I’ve got an audience for my work and I just like being out here every day. And let’s be honest: I live on very little. I eat cat food.
- 12:38 pm - Wed, Aug 21, 2013
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The best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with.
(Source: stilinskis, via justslayin)
- 12:10 pm - Thu, Jul 11, 2013
AR: I just think, again, if you go back to the history of tipping—
TJR: There is no history of tipping!
- 8:45 am
I’ve been wondering why I, a middle-aged heterosexual woman, feel so passionately about the issue of gay marriage. Why I cried yesterday when I heard the news about the Supreme Court decision (even though I understand it’s just one small step), why I used to send flowers to the first couples marrying in San Francisco’s City Hall in 2004. I realized this morning that it’s because I believe that both love and hate are powerful forces. Forces so powerful that whichever one that is watered and encouraged to grow will expand and its influence will spread through the world and affect everything around it.
I never really thought I would be writing this today with a ring on my left hand. I never really thought that the kind of happiness and love I’ve known these last few months would ever actually come to me. But I think that every time my friend cuddled in bed with her partner and her daughter, watching their favorite TV shows; every time my other friend worried about her little preemie daughter who’s probably 10 now (wow!); every time two strangers cried from the happiness of being able to say out loud that they loved each other and would be together forever; every time something like that happened, it made a bit more love in the world and that love finally grew big enough to encompass me.
So, it’s time to admit that what the haters say is actually true: if all gay people are allowed to marry, it will totally affect my upcoming marriage. It’s going to make it a thousand times more awesome. Rock on.