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What we’re reading

nekomimimodede:

La pizza perfecta.

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petrole:

untitled #122, cindy sherman 1983/84

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humansofnewyork:

On October 31, 2011 a girl was dangling off the edge of the GW bridge. Several cop cars showed up a few minutes later after several 911 calls. Asked what she was doing, she said: “Enjoying life.” Strangely poetic that one person’s enjoyment of life can appear to so many as a desire for death.

humansofnewyork:

This one is really special, guys:

There is a Hilton Hotel on the corner of 42nd Street and 2nd Avenue. There you will find a doorman named Dennis. If you ask, Dennis will tell you the story of Bobby:

“Bobby worked here for about 50 years.  Ten years ago he died of cancer.  But before he died, he said: ‘Dennis, I’m going to come back as a pigeon and I’m going to shit on you.’  A few years later, this white pigeon showed up and wouldn’t leave. So we named him Bobby.  He’s here everyday.  Remember that snowstorm last year that shut down the whole city?  Everybody told me Bobby wouldn’t come, but when I got to work—his tracks were in the snow.”

Dennis then pulled a picture of Bobby out of his wallet.  I started to photograph it, and he said: “Let’s do it by the flowers—it will look nicer.”

humansofnewyork:

“I used to go through different stages. But then I found that I was happiest when I was green, so I’ve been green for 15 years.”

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