posts tagged "HONY"

humansofnewyork: “Put me on the internet! Even on The Google!”

humansofnewyork:

“Put me on the internet! Even on The Google!”

humansofnewyork: “I like your hat.” “Take my fucking photo.”

humansofnewyork:

“I like your hat.”

“Take my fucking photo.”

humansofnewyork: He told me the wings in his hair were a gift from Alexander McQueen. Two minutes later, he told someone else that they were a gift from Karl Lagerfeld. When I asked for his photo, he said: “Not without my wife. We just got married in Dubai.” 

humansofnewyork:

He told me the wings in his hair were a gift from Alexander McQueen. Two minutes later, he told someone else that they were a gift from Karl Lagerfeld. When I asked for his photo, he said: “Not without my wife. We just got married in Dubai.” 

humansofnewyork: This guy busted me fishing for a kiss pic.

humansofnewyork:

This guy busted me fishing for a kiss pic.

Best Rejection of 2012:

"Excuse me, do you mind if I take your photo?"
"You crazy? I've got four detectives and a wife looking for me."
humansofnewyork: Seen in Central Park.

humansofnewyork:

Seen in Central Park.

humansofnewyork: Interviews tend to get more profound as the temperature drops: “If you could give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be?”“No.”“Excuse me?”“No.”

humansofnewyork:

Interviews tend to get more profound as the temperature drops:

“If you could give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be?”
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“No.”

humansofnewyork: Why hello there, ladies. (Sepidan, Iran)

humansofnewyork:

Why hello there, ladies.

(Sepidan, Iran)

humansofnewyork: I’d just finished taking a portrait, when I hopped into the back of a taxi and began reviewing my photos. Suddenly a policeman appeared out of nowhere, poked his head into the car, and began screaming at me in Farsi. “Oh God,” I thought. “Hopefully Obama will get me out of jail.”  “What does he want?” I asked my guide. “He wants you to take his photo too.”

humansofnewyork:

I’d just finished taking a portrait, when I hopped into the back of a taxi and began reviewing my photos. Suddenly a policeman appeared out of nowhere, poked his head into the car, and began screaming at me in Farsi. “Oh God,” I thought. “Hopefully Obama will get me out of jail.” 

“What does he want?” I asked my guide.

“He wants you to take his photo too.”

humansofnewyork: This drunk guy walked up behind me, draped his arm around my shoulder, and started repeating these words: “Open door, broken window. Open door, broken window.Is lady, is lady, is lady.Is man, is man, is man.Motherfucker is motherfucker. Rah puh pum pum” He would then start laughing, tighten his grip on my shoulder, and begin the poem again. He repeated this process about six times. I was careful to transcribe his words accurately just in case he turned out to be the Shakespeare of wasted, seemingly nonsensical street poets.

humansofnewyork:

This drunk guy walked up behind me, draped his arm around my shoulder, and started repeating these words:

“Open door, broken window. 
Open door, broken window.
Is lady, is lady, is lady.
Is man, is man, is man.
Motherfucker is motherfucker. 
Rah puh pum pum”

He would then start laughing, tighten his grip on my shoulder, and begin the poem again. He repeated this process about six times. I was careful to transcribe his words accurately just in case he turned out to be the Shakespeare of wasted, seemingly nonsensical street poets.