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Found this complete original at Milk Studios. He looks like a permanent installation, but he was just passing through.

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Found this complete original at Milk Studios. He looks like a permanent installation, but he was just passing through.

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He kept shouting “It’s Happy Hour!” Over and over. 

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He kept shouting “It’s Happy Hour!” Over and over. 

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Seen on the subway.

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Seen on the subway.

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The Black Swan

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The Black Swan

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The Throne

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The Throne

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“Like the prophecy says— if you have love and goodness in your heart, you must share it.”

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“Like the prophecy says— if you have love and goodness in your heart, you must share it.”

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“Can you pick me up a hotdog?”

Drug dealers these days

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“Can you pick me up a hotdog?”

Drug dealers these days

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The Street Performer

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The Street Performer

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When I took this photograph, I was 100% convinced that I’d discovered a girl having a passionate conversation with a pile of luggage. Much to my disappointment, there ended up being some sort of recording device on top of the pile.

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When I took this photograph, I was 100% convinced that I’d discovered a girl having a passionate conversation with a pile of luggage. Much to my disappointment, there ended up being some sort of recording device on top of the pile.

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This man was from Israel and had a very thick accent, so he was a little difficult to understand. He was standing alone when I found him, but he kept telling me he wanted to take a picture with “his bike.” I couldn’t see a bike anywhere, so I kept asking him to repeat himself. “My bike,” he said, “my bike.” Just when I was about to give up, his bike walked up.

humansofnewyork:

This man was from Israel and had a very thick accent, so he was a little difficult to understand. He was standing alone when I found him, but he kept telling me he wanted to take a picture with “his bike.” 

I couldn’t see a bike anywhere, so I kept asking him to repeat himself. “My bike,” he said, “my bike.” 

Just when I was about to give up, his bike walked up.