as many of you know I’ve dis
covered Humans of New York. its a fun, interesting, and thought provoking platform for insight and reflection.
we are a culture of story-tellers and listeners. so, we relate to the pathos and charm of our neighbors from that place.
yesterday I took a moment to ponder and borrow some of Brandon’s stuff and mash-it-up into a story-line of my own (I do this with other peoples work from time-to-time).
in any event, here is a brief bio from his Humans of New York blogsite that struck me with an interesting point and potential life lesson:
“Hey there. I’m Brandon. I get really passionate about things. At some time in my life, I’ve been obsessed or borderline-obsessed with saltwater aquariums, the baritone euphonium, reading, piano, filming, financial markets, New York City, and photography. I studied History at the University of Georgia. During my senior year of college, I took out $3,000 in student loans and bet it on Barack Obama to win the presidency. A friend heard about this bet and got me a job trading bonds on the Chicago Board of Trade. I traded for three years. It went really well for awhile. But then it went really bad.Whoops. After I lost my trading job, I decided to move to New York City and take portraits of strangers on the street. Mom wasn’t too happy about that decision, but so far it’s gone pretty well. I’ve taken nearly 5,000 portraits and written 50 stories. And I’ve met some amazing people along the way.
Thanks for visiting Humans of New York.
Feel free to drop me a line at email@example.com. For interview/speech/press/business requests: firstname.lastname@example.org.”
while I think its cool he attended the University of Georgia, and don’t find myself the least surprised (I’ve met some incredibly gifted people that came out of that school. they do some great things with the right types of minds), I picked-up on his adventures around trading bonds…
my sense of Brandon is a man of deep should and a keen desire to connect with people and share their stories; give them depth on a a very unusual level. however, he makes it seem that losing a bunch (of other people’s) money, if that’s what occurred was a simple hurdle on the path of a road yet travelled with its potential yet to be fully realized. so, what about that story, and the people that shared that possibly devastating sequence of events?
now I wonder if his journey to tell other people’s stories and save stray dogs is a form of penance. while I doubt that, the stage set and my observations possibly demonstrate how our imaginations can find stories in the midst, and finish them in all manner of distortion, or clarity in the form of provocative photographs.
I suppose my point, here, is that there is so much more to us than we can write, read, photograph, and demonstrate. we are an accumulation of things and stuff, fears and travails, heroics, and not so much, that will never be completed until other people want to tell our stories and spin them in a way that suits a purpose.
what story does your own picture tell today?
peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.
brian patrick cork