by Christopher Paul on May 10, 2013 I’m not really into photoblogs as much as I used to. It’s been such a long time that I subscribed to one I don’t even know if I’ve ever heard of Humans of New York. But it is a great site — if not for the photos, then the stories behind them.
Tumblr’s Storyboard (which, sadly, they canceled), profiled Brandon, a former bond trader who moved to New York and started taking pictures of people. It’s really good story.
It’s stories like this and guys like him that make me wonder if there is more I can do with my life.
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by Christopher Paul on May 5, 2013 by Christopher Paul on May 5, 2013 I’ve reposed Kottke’s embeds of Russian dash cams. They certainly produce some interesting footage. But this video of people helping others is the best – much better than the meteor that exploded recently.
I love how Jason ended his post, though. And I agree.
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by Christopher Paul on May 4, 2013 Can’t say I’m a fan of the animation but the information in this short on the history of typography is certainly interesting.
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by Christopher Paul on May 4, 2013 Henry Alford on how he became a Hipster:
First I needed to outfit myself. H. W. Carter and Sons in Williamsburg is full of flannel and cardigans and work boots for the younger set. When a scruffy, ponytailed salesman in his 20s approached, I told him: “I’m going for a Mumford & Sons look. I want to look like I play the banjo.”
The sweet-tempered salesman helped me try on several field jackets, including an olive green London Fog, while a second equally sweet and solicitous young salesman (this one in a wool cap) helped me try on selvage denim jeans and a big, lumpy wool cardigan that looked like a lamb had died on me. He also showed me a $225 short-sleeve, plaid, navy jacquard shirt, which I decided to buy. While waiting at the cash register, I picked up a pair of argyle wool socks from a nearby wicker basket and asked, “Are your socks local?” The salesman self-consciously said no. I returned the socks like an organic farmer who has learned that a friend has named her child Monsanto.
It gets funnier from there. He talks about getting a shave with a straight razor (something I enjoy from time to time when I’m not in the mood to use my safety razor), renting a single gear bike, and refusing to buy a pair of boots because they weren’t locally made in Brooklyn — they were made in Manhattan.
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