The scarves are getting brighter and looser. The sleeves are getting shorter. The laughter is getting louder. This is a very young country. More than half the population is under 30. Have you ever seen an Iranian child? They are the most mischievous children on the planet. If you want an Iranian child to do something– tell them not to do it. Tell them not to kiss. Tell them not to hold hands. Tell them to dress in black. Tell them not to use Facebook. This country is full of mischievous, curious Iranian children. And the people who make the rules are getting older.
Tonight I had the opportunity to hear a speech by Brandon Stanton, and was fortunate to be able to ask him about this photo.
After In The Heights was on Broadway, and in the six year Lin had disappeared to work on Hamilton, Lin messaged Stanton on twitter, telling him that if he was ever in Washington Heights. Stanton didn’t know who he was, but kept it in his mind.
A little while later, Stanton was in Washington Heights, and in need of a Spanish Translator. So he messaged Lin on Twitter, seeing if he was around.
That was the day that Lin and his wife had returned with their son from the hospital, and that is the story behind the photo.
Stanton didn’t know who Lin was at the time, but he does now.
Humans of New York broke our collective heart with this picture of a young boy who says he’s afraid people won’t like him because he’s gay. Luckily, the best of the internet jumped in to tell him how wonderful and loved he is, including Hillary Clinton and Ellen DeGeneres:
A good parody is an awesome thing, especially when the original material is already outstanding. Last year we me the Orcs of New York, a delightful parody of the always fascinating Humans of New York project. Today let’s meet the Big Apple’s Pokémon. That’s right, it’s Pokémon Of New York, a brand new HONY parody created by College Humor.
WHIRWINS CHRISTMAS GIVEAWAY!
I’ve had my tumblr for a little over a year now and I think it’s about time to give back to my lovely followers.
What You Will Receive:
- Humans of New York by Brandon Stanton
- The Amazing Book is Not on Fire by Dan and Phil
- A Work in Progress by Connor Franta
- Blue Neighbourhood by Troye Sivan (vinyl)
- Sounds Good Feels Good by 5 Seconds of Summer (vinyl)
- $25 Lush Gift Card
- $25 Bath & Body Works Gift Card
- $25 Urban Outfitters Gift Card
- a handwritten note from yours truly!
- must be following me (whirwins)
- reblog this post (likes do not count!)
- that’s it!
To increase your chances:
- talk to me!
- follow my sideblog, @changing-latitude
“So get this. I’m driving down Park Avenue one day and this guy waves for me, so I pull over and I ask him where he’s going. He tells me 74th street, and I tell him that’s too far for me, because my shift just ended, so he says ‘thanks anyway’ and walks away. But then I think about it, and I start feeling bad for the guy, cause hey– I got a conscience. So I call him back to the cab and tell him to hop in. And he gets in the car all excited, all animated, and he’s talking about all these things. But he’s got his cap pulled down way over his eyes, so I can’t see who it is. But pretty soon I start to recognize his voice. And when we get to a light, I turn to him, and I look him in the eye, and I scream: "WIIIIIIILLLSSSSSOOOOOOON!!!” And that really got him. He started laughing hard. He sees that I’ve got this Ferrari hat on, and a Ferrari shirt too, so he starts calling me 'Mr. Ferrari.’ The whole ride, he keeps calling me 'Mr. Ferrari.’ So after we get to his destination, we snap a quick photo, and he goes on his way. And I think that’s it. But that’s not it, cause get this. Over the next few weeks, I just happen to randomly pick up people that know him. People who have acted with him before, people who work with him. And every time, I tell them: 'Tell Mr. Hanks that Mr. Ferrari says 'hello.’“ Every time I say that. Then one day I’m driving, and I get a text from one of the people that I’d driven, and it says: 'Mr. Hanks wants to invite you to see his Broadway show.’ So I bring my lady to the show, and we get to go backstage and everything, and after the show, we’re waiting for him in his dressing room, and he walks in and screams: 'Mr. Ferrari!’ Can you believe that story? And you wanna know the craziest thing? The name of his show was 'Lucky Guy.’ How crazy is that? Cause that was me. A lucky guy!”
“It’s our first date. We met on Fire Island. I wasn’t even planning on going out that night. I’d already drank half a bottle of Johnny Black so I was just going to stay in and read my Chelsea Handler book, but my friends promised to bake me cookies if I went to the club with them. So I went to buy three bags of cookie dough, and when I finally got to the club all my friends were making out with somebody, so I was like ‘this sucks,’ and I just started dancing by myself and eating the cookie dough. Then I saw him by the DJ booth and we made eye contact so I went over and started sharing my cookie dough. We never actually spoke. Then a few months later I ran into him on the subway.”
HONY thought it would be cute to substitute “cookie dough” for cocaine without even realizing how ridiculous that lie is. Ain’t nobody eating a bag of cookie dough out with their friends on Fire Island. A bag of warm-ass cookie dough in a gay club. What intern from Oklahoma thought that was cute? Let me tell you how that evening really went.
“It’s our first actual date with actual words. The first doesn’t count because we only swapped blowjobs
that we barely remember in the Meat Rack out on Fire Island. I wasn’t even planning on going out that night. I’d already drank half a bottle of Johnny Black so I was just going to stay in and vaguely glance at my Chelsea Handler book while waiting on a Scruff notification from someone I’d actually let come over and plow me, but my friends promised me coke if I went out with them, and not the regular kind. Good stuff. Like Wall Street coke. They text me the guy’s address to go pick it up and they’d pay me back when I got to the club, so I picked up three bags. When I finally got to the club, all my friends were making out with somebody, so I was like ‘I have all this coke to myself and I’m already drunk’ so I started dancing by myself and doing keybumps in the corner. Then I saw him by the DJ booth and we made eye contact so I went over to see if he was into blow too. We never actually spoke. A few bumps turned into blowjobs and then a few months later I saw him on Grindr here in the city and he was 250 ft away.”
Photographer David Wardell has been inspired by the recent launch of Pokémon Go to talk to some of New York’s pocket monsters and hear what they have to say about life in the big city. With @pokemonofny, we get a peek at these lives instead of just trying to put them into Pokéballs. They’re artists, they’re mothers, they’re dreamers—they’re Pokémon.