In Focus selected 50 photographs with each representing a state in the union. Above are the two photos selected for New York and Alaska (I'll let you decipher which photo belongs to which), the two places I consider "home."
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In Focus selected 50 photographs with each representing a state in the union. Above are the two photos selected for New York and Alaska (I'll let you decipher which photo belongs to which), the two places I consider "home."
Ran into the photographer Terry Richardson last weekend in Chelsea. I've seen countless celebrities over the past 9 years I've been living in New York City. I've only bothered two of them for a photo. Terry is one and Chris Rock was the other.
I told Terry I was a fan of his work and also expressed my condolences on the passing of his mother. He thanked me and said, "I like your shirt, man."
See this and other photos from my life here.
Amusing correction in a recent Vogue.
I think this photograph has been circulating around for a bit, but it's the first I've seen it (Yes, I've been that busy). Very sweet and powerful moment.
Eight-year old Make-A-Wish child Janiya Penny reacts after meeting President Barack Obama as he welcomes her family to the Oval Office, Aug. 8, 2012. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)
Love the juxtaposition with the portrait of Lincoln as well.
Obviously inspired by Dog Shaming, this derivative single serve Tumblr is a bit more esoteric but Philosopher Shaming is still pretty entertaining for any pedant.
2 art directors and 28 artists collaborated to create this deck of cards featuring some of the players that contributed to the economic crash.
This heartbreaking letter was written in 1586 in Korea by a pregnant widow and found in the tomb and resting on the chest of her deceased husband Eung-Tae Lee who apparently died at the age of 30. Here's the English translation:
To Won's Father
June 1, 1586
You always said, "Dear, let's live together until our hair turns gray and die on the same day." How could you pass away without me? Who should I and our little boy listen to and how should we live? How could you go ahead of me?
How did you bring your heart to me and how did I bring my heart to you? Whenever we lay down together you always told me, "Dear, do other people cherish and love each other like we do? Are they really like us?" How could you leave all that behind and go ahead of me?
I just cannot live without you. I just want to go to you. Please take me to where you are. My feelings toward you I cannot forget in this world and my sorrow knows no limit. Where would I put my heart in now and how can I live with the child missing you?
Please look at this letter and tell me in detail in my dreams. Because I want to listen to your saying in detail in my dreams I write this letter and put it in. Look closely and talk to me.
When I give birth to the child in me, who should it call father? Can anyone fathom how I feel? There is no tragedy like this under the sky.
You are just in another place, and not in such a deep grief as I am. There is no limit and end to my sorrows that I write roughly. Please look closely at this letter and come to me in my dreams and show yourself in detail and tell me. I believe I can see you in my dreams. Come to me secretly and show yourself. There is no limit to what I want to say and I stop here.
Also found in his tomb were a pair of sandals woven in part with the wife's own hair.
[vimeo https://vimeo.com/33698394] The Stanford Center for Cognitive and Neurobiological Imaging and filmmaker Brent Hoff hosted the first annual "Love Competition" where 7 people, ages ranging from 10 to 75, "...spent five minutes in an fMRI machine, thinking deeply about love and allowing the imaging technology to measure activity in their dopamine, serotonin and ocytocin/vasopressin pathways."
Brent's short film documenting these participants reaction to this experiment makes this worth watching. Who would you think about?
The New York Times "recruited historians and museum curators to identify 50 objects that could embody the narrative of New York."
Submitted by Richard Storm to the New York Times Metropolitan Diary:
The wealthy, pretty people are all at the beach, leaving the rest of us in an ordinary city with manageable streets. Soon they’ll be back, with vacation-reading book reviews and complaints about how that place has really gone off, filling the roads with goldenrod cabs, and we will know, truer than falling leaves, that summer is over.
The original character descriptions of the friends on "Friends."
This is what the first Gatorade looked like back in 1968.
- Roald Dahl