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I’ve been a fan of Humans of New York (HONY) for about six months now, about the time Brandon Stanton, the human behind HONY, was gaining international attention for his book version of the popular Facebook page.
HONY is a photoblog that chronicles everyday life in New York City, specifically it’s people. There are many Facebook page copies, but the original is something that’s hard to replicate: it captures the essence of New York, even for those of us only lucky enough to have visited it. In fact, Stanton himself was a visitor to NYC when he coined the phrase “Humans of New York”.
Reaction to HONY posts are almost overwhelmingly positive. Stanton captures a range of human emotions, from the complex, to the insightful, to jubilation, even a few youngsters who were returning home to certain grounding.
Even the most inane posts are exactly what they intend to be: a snapshot of one person’s life in one moment. Each photo is accompanied by a caption, a quote from the individual that Stanton illicits through an open conversation with these complete strangers. The captions add to that snapshot.
I think Mashable’s article on Stanton captures his essence the best:
“Brandon Stanton has talked with 10,000 strangers and shared their stories with millions of people across the Internet.”
What Stanton really captures is the one thing I’ve learned most about journalism from writing for cat5: everyone has a story, and these stories unite us all as humans.
When I first saw Humans of South East Texas crop up on my Facebook, I was frustrated. Copying an original idea isn’t my favorite form of self expression. But, in a pursuit to keep an open mind, I liked the page anyways. There was one particular post, a photo of and quote from a former Merchant Marine, that warmed me up to the concept. I recognized his face, and I realized what Humans of South East Texas could capture that HONY would never: the effect of one person on a small town. Still, it has a long way to go before it lives up to the reputation of HONY and it faces many obstacles on that path.
This week, I had an exciting opportunity to examine the theater habits of Southeast Texans.
Ok, maybe that doesn’t sound exciting to most people, but the article had a marketing angle, and the piece would run in the Sunday edition of the Beaumont Enterprise as the cover story of the Entertainment section. Plus, I like defending the untapped cultural aspirations of locals. I think we can handle a lot more than is thrown at us.
If I’m going to eat my own words, I might as well publish the process. After three years in Beaumont, I am officially a St. Arnold convert. The other day, I found myself monologue-ing on the merits of touring the St. Arnold brewery, salivating over their Oktoberfest, and expressing genuine dismay over someone who doesn’t “get” St. Arnold.
So, in other words, I’ve turned a complete 180 since this blog.
The other day, as I pulled out of my apartment complex, I noticed something moving on my windshield. Suddenly, a little green face poked out from between my windshield wipers. It was a gecko, who had taken a sun nap on the hood of my car, only to be rudely awakened by his bed accelerating to 60 miles per hour.
“Give your mind a joyous vacation,” a friend said to me over drinks recently.
At that moment, I sat in a funk, unable to catch the bartender’s attention to exchange my currency for an ice cold beer. A friend walked over, ordered my drink, and sat across from me.