Experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you wanted.
New York and Paris by Garancé Doré
What if we all of a sudden saw a few wrinkles and scars on a woman’s body as signs that she’s a survivor and can probably handle whatever life throws at her? Shouldn’t that be a desirable trait?
Christmas Time is Here (Instrumental)
Narcisse Magazine #1 Fall/Winter 13.14 ‘Aqua’, Carola Remer by Benjamin Vnuk
May the month of holiday cheer, family, a thousand deadlines, and inevitable nervous breakdowns begin!
I love the angle of this photo. Usually you only see photos of what’s on stage or of an empty proscenium. Here is where you come in contact with both worlds. The brink between stage and life. It’s magical.
How I leave awkward situations.
At 6:50 this morning, a man got on the train at Dekalb avenue. He began his speech as many people on the subway usually do. “Excuse me, ladies and gentleman…” He continued to say good morning to us and say that he was not asking for money. He had once been unemployed, addicted to drugs, lived on the street, and been hungry. He told us that he had lost his job when the economic crisis hit and went down a path of depression and struggle. He confessed that he had found Jesus in his life and that he was now sober, had a job and a home.
He said to us all, a mostly silent and tired subway car, that though we sit next to each other day after day, we never say “hello” or “good morning” or “how’s it going?”
Most people continued to avert their eyes throughout his speech, but for me it became increasingly difficult. He had a point. He wasn’t begging or asking for sympathy. He was expressing his thanks for finding his way in life and encouraging us all to do the same. He was asking us to be a part of the community that we live in and show care for each other.
After all this, a speech that went on until at least the Bedford avenue stop, he walked through the whole car and said good morning to everyone and smiled. Some people pretended they didn’t see him. With some he even shared some fist bumps.
Around this time of year, this type of gesture makes an impact. The typical subway speech usually causes plenty of discomfort. I think this one at least caused a good discomfort that maybe caused a few of us to think about the community we live in and the judgement we pass on others. It did for me.
Edward Pfizenmaier, Wollman Rink, Central Park, New York City, 1954
You see climate models tossed around in news and science coverage constantly—they’re what we base many of our environmental efforts on, looking into the past to come up with an idea of where we’ll be in the near future. But believe it or not, there are real human beings behind these all-important simulations. To put a friendly face to these predictive efforts, Columbia University’s Rebecca Fowler and Francesco Fiondella decided to go a bit (a lot) more literal with their 2014 “Climate Models” Calendar.
The scientists photographed for the calendar are the everyday people who’ve dedicated their lives to figuring out where our planet’s been, where it’s going, and where it could be with or without some effort on our part. Per the calendar’s creators, they’re hoping to “increase awareness of climate change and its impacts by engaging the public with scientists and what they’re learning about Earth’s climate.”