“We fled Germany on November 9th, 1938. It was called the Crystal Night, because there were demonstrations against Jews all over Germany, and many windows were being broken. We were living on the outskirts of Hanover. When my father came home from work that night, he told us that the synagogue was on fire, and that firemen were standing in a ring around it to prevent the flames from spreading to other buildings. He said: ‘We’re getting out of here.’”

“We fled Germany on November 9th, 1938. It was called the Crystal Night, because there were demonstrations against Jews all over Germany, and many windows were being broken. We were living on the outskirts of Hanover. When my father came home from work that night, he told us that the synagogue was on fire, and that firemen were standing in a ring around it to prevent the flames from spreading to other buildings. He said: ‘We’re getting out of here.’”

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 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.

HONY: Of course the time I leave my camera at home, I run into this guy. Had to snap a pic with my phone anyway. He was making farm animal noises at passing pedestrians. “Got to make the best of it,” he said.

HONY: Of course the time I leave my camera at home, I run into this guy. Had to snap a pic with my phone anyway. He was making farm animal noises at passing pedestrians. “Got to make the best of it,” he said.

"My children’s father was physically and emotionally abusive, so by the time I left him I had very low self-confidence. I needed something to boost my ego. One day I saw some firefighters handing out recruitment material on the street so..."

"My children’s father was physically and emotionally abusive, so by the time I left him I had very low self-confidence. I needed something to boost my ego. One day I saw some firefighters handing out recruitment material on the street so..."

“My wife passed away last January. We’d been married for 62 years. [...] The definition of love is elusive, which is why we write about it endlessly. Even Shakespeare couldn’t touch it. [...] Romeo and Juliet didn’t know ifthey liked the same books or movies. It was just physical. After 62 years, it becomes something different entirely. My wife used to say: ‘We are one.’ And believe me, she was not the type of person to overstate something. Now that she’s gone, I realize how right she was.

“My wife passed away last January. We’d been married for 62 years. [...] The definition of love is elusive, which is why we write about it endlessly. Even Shakespeare couldn’t touch it. [...] Romeo and Juliet didn’t know ifthey liked the same books or movies. It was just physical. After 62 years, it becomes something different entirely. My wife used to say: ‘We are one.’ And believe me, she was not the type of person to overstate something. Now that she’s gone, I realize how right she was.

I think we're both going through a quarter-life crisis right now. What does that mean? Well, so much of your energy in college, and immediately afterwards, goes into finding that first job. Then you finally get a job, and you get settled in, and you get past that initial hump of excitement. Then you start to ask yourself some big questions. What kind of questions? Things like: Is my work getting recognized? Is this job leading me toward my larger goals in life? Do I have balance?

I think we're both going through a quarter-life crisis right now. What does that mean? Well, so much of your energy in college, and immediately afterwards, goes into finding that first job. Then you finally get a job, and you get settled in, and you get past that initial hump of excitement. Then you start to ask yourself some big questions. What kind of questions? Things like: Is my work getting recognized? Is this job leading me toward my larger goals in life? Do I have balance?

"I sometimes wonder what would have happened if my mom hadn’t died. I was always with her, and I always followed what she said."

"I sometimes wonder what would have happened if my mom hadn’t died. I was always with her, and I always followed what she said."

Photographed this man a few months ago. Saw him again on the subway last night. I generally try not to photograph anyone twice, but, well—look at him.

Photographed this man a few months ago. Saw him again on the subway last night. I generally try not to photograph anyone twice, but, well—look at him.

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