
Humans of New York
I caught the bus to The Book Lounge on Sunday, and spent a happy hour browsing. One book that held my attention for quite a bit was called Humans of New York by Brandon Stanton.
It’s a photographic book that does what it says on the cover: photographs of all types and shapes of human (and some dogs) in NYC, all with a caption that gives a little more insight into that person. When I got home, I looked it up online, and found the blog that spawned the book.
Visit it here. It’s fantastic, and you might find yourself in tears, just like I was.

“Everyone needs to have their own blueprint. Just because it looks good on someone else, doesn’t mean it’s going to look good on you.”

“What’s the most frightened you’ve ever been?””I thought my sister died once because she left me this crazy voicemail. But turned out she was just on mushrooms.”

“I rushed through life. Now I’m relaxing. And I’ve gotten more out of relaxing than I did out of rushing.””What were you rushing toward?””Achievements.””Didn’t you get satisfaction from your achievements?””No. They only caused me to want more achievements.”

“I also once tried to wear a pink handkerchief scarf, pink-trimmed leather shirt, and pink feather earring. But then I looked in the mirror and decided to leave that shit to the pros.”