Download - Humans of New York- Diversity and Dignity
The ever-evolving portrait of New York City has been
painted through Gotham’s cats and its dogs, its buildings
and its parks, its diaries and its letters. Underpinning all of
those, of course, are the city’s true building blocks: its
humans.
In the summer of 2010, Brandon Stanton — one of the
warmest, most talented and most generous humans I know
— lost his job as a bond trader in Chicago and was forced to
make new light of his life. Having recently gotten his first
camera and fallen in love with photography, he decided to
follow that fertile combination of necessity and passion, and, to his parents’ terror and
dismay, set out to pursue photography as a hobby-turned-vocation. (For his mother, who
saw bond trading as a reputable occupation, photography “seemed like a thinly veiled
attempt to avoid employment.”) Brandon recalls:
I had enjoyed my time as a trader. The job was challenging and stimulating. And I’d
obsessed over markets in the same way I’d later obsess over photography. But the end
goal of trading was always money. Two years of my life were spent obsessing over
money, and in the end I had nothing to show for it. I wanted to spend the next phaseof my life doing work that I valued as much as the reward.
In photography, he found that rewarding obsession. Approaching it with the pricelessfreshness of Beginner’s Mind, he brought to his new calling the gift of ignorance and an artof seeing untainted by the arrogance of expertise, hungry to make sense of the worldthrough his lens as he made sense of his own life. And make he did: Brandon, who quicklyrealized that “the best way to become a photographer was to start photographing,” set outon a photo tour across several major American cities, beginning in Pittsburgh and endingup in New York City, where he had only planned to spend a week but where he found bothhis new home and his new calling.
And so, in a beautiful embodiment of how to find your purpose and do what you love,Brandon’s now-legendary online project documenting Gotham’s living fabric was born —at first a humble Facebook page, which blossomed into one of today’s most popularphotojournalism blogs with millions of monthly readers. Now, his photographic census ofthe world’s most vibrant city spills into the eponymous offline masterpiece Humans of
New York (public library) — a magnificent mosaic of lives constructed through fourhundred of Brandon’s expressive and captivating photos, many never before featuredonline.
These portraits — poignant, poetic, playful, heartbreaking, heartening — dance across theentire spectrum of the human condition not with the mockingly complacent lens of afreak-show gawker but with the affectionate admiration and profound respect that onehuman holds for another.
In the age of the aesthetic consumerism of visual culture online, HONY stands as a warm
beacon of humanity, gently reminding us that every image is not a disposable artifact to be
used as social currency but a heart that beat in the blink of the shutter, one that will
continue to beat with its private turbulence of daily triumphs and tribulations even as we
move away from the screen or the page to resume our own lives.
The captions, some based on Brandon’s interviews with the subjects and others an
unfiltered record of his own observations, add a layer of thought to the visual story: One
photograph, depicting two elderly gentlemen intimately leaning into each other on a park
bench, reads: “It takes a lot of disquiet to achieve this sort of quiet comfort.” Another,
portraying a very old gentleman in a wheelchair with matching yellow sneakers, shorts,
and baseball cap, surprises us by revealing that this is Banana George, world record-holder
as the oldest barefoot water-skier.
Some are full of humor:
Damn liberal arts degree.
Something horrible has happened to Elmo.
Others are hopelessly charming:
I’m eighty years old. An eighty-six-year-old man was just speaking to me in a
flirtatious manner, I believe. But his daughter pulled him away.
flirtatious manner, I believe. But his daughter pulled him away.
When I walked by, she was really moving to the music — hands up, head nodding,shoulders swinging. I really wanted to take her photo, so I walked up to the nearestadult and asked: “Does she belong to you?”
Suddenly the music stopped, and I heard: “I belong to myself!”
Others still are humbling and soul-stirring:
My wife passed away a few years back. Her name was Barbara, I used to call her Ba.My name was Lawrence, she used to call me La. When she died, I changed my nameto Bala.
I stepped inside an Upper West Side nursing home, and met this man in the lobby. He
was on his way to deliver a yellow teddy bear to his wife. “I visit her every day,” he
said. “Even when the mind is gone, the heart shows through.”
Then there are the city’s favorite tropes: Its dogs…
…and its bikes…
I’m ninety years old and I ride this thing around everywhere. I don’t see why more
people don’t use them. I carry my cane in the basket, I get all my shopping done. I can
go everywhere. I’ve never hit anyone and never been hit. Of course, I ride on the
sidewalk, which I don’t think I’m supposed to do, but still…
…and the deuce delight of dogs on bikes:
Above all, however, there is something especially magical about framing these moments
of stillness and of absolute attention to the individual amidst this bustling city of millions,
a city that never sleeps and never stops.
Whatever your geographic givens, Humans of New York is an absolute masterpiece ofcultural celebration, both as vibrant visual anthropology and as a meta-testament, by wayof Brandon’s own story, to the heartening notion that this is indeed a glorious age in whichwe can make our own luck and make a living doing what we love.
Find more such daily mesmerism on the Humans of New York site, then complement andcontrast it with this photographic census of the world’s last living nomads.
—Published October 15, 2013 —https://www.brainpickings.org/2013/10/15/humans-of-new-york-brandon-stanton-book/ —