“What was the happiest moment of your life?”
“When I got my red toy!”
the simple things.
Child on Subway, 2013.
Everyone’s watching her… I wonder what she sees. She’s already got the look of a world-worn New Yorker.
a Mona-Lisa-esque expression on a baby New Yorker.
The Brooklyn Brewery MASH - Stop Motion Tour of Brooklyn from Transient Pictures on Vimeo.
“I used to differentiate a lot the work I did for pay and the work I did for passion, but I realize more and more that it’s not a productive way to think about a creative career. I think everyone who works in this industry does it primarily to feed a creative passion, and if someone is willing to pay you to do something you’re passionate about, you’re undermining yourself by not delivering your best work every time. I’ve come to realize that most clients really appreciate creative input, and doing interesting creative work always seems to lead to more creative projects and opportunities.” -Landon Van Soest
Important words to live by.
I love how each of these beautiful dresses have their own story.
I feel like I should purchase them, because I have worn them before in a pervious life. Perhaps this one is my life.
I’ve avoided writing a story on the Washington Square chess hustlers because they are almost too obvious. Many of them are homeless, or borderline homeless. But they are the smartest homeless people in the world. A lot of them are drug addicts. They are all eccentric. When you walk by the chessboards, they call out to you, trying to convince you to “take a shot.” The starting wager is $2 a game. I’ve never played. But I imagine, like all hustlers, they let you win the $2 game. They probably even let you win the next $2 game. Then, reluctantly, they allow you to raise the wager to $20. That’s when they beat you in 90 seconds.
Apparently the crazy chess player has it all figured out. I appreciate the metaphysical metaphor. I don’t think i have either game figure out quite yet: chess, or life.
I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it’s hollow, when ceilings are harder and farther away. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so – this has always been my dream – so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while children sleep. — -Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Up To Nothing. McGolrick Park, Brooklyn.
When I first approached him, he was spooling some tape back into a music cassette. I asked him what he was doing. “Nothing,” he said.
I randomly came across this photo bog, and really love the photos. They capture a sense of personality, new york reality, and subtle humor.
I think this is a brilliant idea. There’s no limit to new ideas and helping the world one inconvenience at a time.
The Go Plate now featured on Fab.
While attending his daughter’s wedding, Lynn Farmer realized just how difficult it is to juggle a plate of buffet food and a beverage while also greeting friends and family. Nine years later he developed The Go Plate, a sturdy, disposable plate that fits over drinks, allowing users to keep a convenient free hand.
OMG PSD CS6 <3 -
It’s just Photoshop, and I’m already overwhelmed with the possibilities of CS6