While I was lining up the shot, an older man walked by, smiled, and said: “If he breaks his leg, it’s your fault.”

I'm working from 8 AM to 8 AM. But I do get a coffee break.

Kashmir by babasteve, via Flickr

“You ever try a Vitamin B shot? That’ll get you high!”

I was assured by laughing onlookers that Little Man was not throwing up a gang sign, but rather: “Doing a Spider Man thing.”

I found this man around 11 PM. He was sitting off on his own in Bryant Park, working on his computer. "Do you mind if I take your photo?" I asked. "What for?" "I run a site called Humans of New York… I’ve taken 5,000 street portraits of people around the city." He turned his computer around to face me. He’d been looking at HONY.


I told him I wanted to take his photograph because he looked like a composer. In reality, it’s because I saw him slip a homeless man a $20 bill five minutes earlier.

Man in Nakuru, Rift Valley, Kenya. Photo by Simon Hewitt.

Archimandrite Dionysios, by Douglas Lyttle

If you were to give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be? Move to Florida.

I found this man on 7th Avenue in Park Slope. He was leaning heavily on his cane, looking down, wearing a grimaced face. I felt bad for him, so I smiled and waved when I walked past. His face changed completely. He lit up, smiled wide, and gave me a cheery greeting. There was nothing forced about it. He seemed like a man who went through life looking for the smallest excuses to be happy.

Saw a woman across the street holding a giant Dora the Explorer doll. When I asked her where she got it, she told me the man in the purple jacket had given it to her— as a gift for her granddaughter. When I asked the man where the doll came from, he said: ”The trash, but all she needs is a quick trip to the salon.”

This little girl was bringing a lot of joy to the people around her by mimicking every movement of a man doing tai chi. I asked her parents if she knew the man. “Not at all,” answered her father, “she’s been doing this kind of stuff since she was born.”

Me: “Are you married?” Man: “No, we’re lovers.” [laughter] Woman: “He wasn’t joking.”

The man’s an architect, the woman’s a painter, and I’m going to go ahead and assume the baby’s a model.

Humans of New York

This man was from Israel and had a very thick accent, so he was a little difficult to understand. He was standing alone when I found him, but he kept telling me he wanted to take a picture with “his bike.”  I couldn’t see a bike anywhere, so I kept asking him to repeat himself. “My bike,” he said, “my bike.”  Just when I was about to give up, his bike walked up.

Swedish student of motion graphics. With guest appearance by man who has yet to find satisfaction.

A man selling a single piece of art on a Williamsburg sidewalk. Seemed sort of poetic to me.

This man was cruising through Central Park, while his dog jogged out in front of him. “They keep trying to give us tickets," said the man, “So I taught him a trick. Watch this." He shouted: “Police!" And the dog jumped up on the scooter. Humans of New York