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On the corner of 45th and Broadway, during his lunch break, Grey Becker abruptly fell to the street, limbs flailing uncontrollably. In an attempt to remove him from oncoming traffic, a woman tried to pull Becker onto the curb. 

Unable to bear the dead weight of his 220-pound body, she repeatedly lifted and dropped him. Becker felt a dull snap when she dragged his side over the curb. 

Finally, the woman gave up. “Just leave him. He’s drunk,” said her male companion. 

The couple crossed the street, abandoning Becker, who was fully conscious, yet devoid of motor control. 

He knew from previous episodes that if he tried to stand up prematurely, he would collapse again. A few minutes later, a passerby helped Becker to his feet. 

“I just remember being extremely embarrassed,” he recalls, adding that his embarrassment quickly turned into anger, as it usually did after such an episode. 

On this afternoon in March 2012, Becker, a 20-year military veteran and cancer survivor, was not drunk. He experienced cataplexy, one of the many symptoms of narcolepsy, a disorder he has had for the past five years. Cataplexy is sudden and uncontrollable muscle weakness, often triggered by emotions. The result was a broken rib. 

Portraits of Narcolepsy in New York City

On the corner of 45th and Broadway, during his lunch break, Grey Becker abruptly fell to the street, limbs flailing uncontrollably. In an attempt to remove him from oncoming traffic, a woman tried to pull Becker onto the curb.

Unable to bear the dead weight of his 220-pound body, she repeatedly lifted and dropped him. Becker felt a dull snap when she dragged his side over the curb.

Finally, the woman gave up. “Just leave him. He’s drunk,” said her male companion.

The couple crossed the street, abandoning Becker, who was fully conscious, yet devoid of motor control.

He knew from previous episodes that if he tried to stand up prematurely, he would collapse again. A few minutes later, a passerby helped Becker to his feet.

“I just remember being extremely embarrassed,” he recalls, adding that his embarrassment quickly turned into anger, as it usually did after such an episode.

On this afternoon in March 2012, Becker, a 20-year military veteran and cancer survivor, was not drunk. He experienced cataplexy, one of the many symptoms of narcolepsy, a disorder he has had for the past five years. Cataplexy is sudden and uncontrollable muscle weakness, often triggered by emotions. The result was a broken rib.

Portraits of Narcolepsy in New York City

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From Every Angle: The Street Photography of Hiroyuki Ito
The Daily Beast asked the New York-based photographer Hiroyuki Ito to explore the city with a Holga – the inexpensive, yet iconic, plastic film camera that produces wonderful, nostalgic-looking images that Instagram can only mimic. 
See Ito’s photographs here.

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From Every Angle: The Street Photography of Hiroyuki Ito

The Daily Beast asked the New York-based photographer Hiroyuki Ito to explore the city with a Holga – the inexpensive, yet iconic, plastic film camera that produces wonderful, nostalgic-looking images that Instagram can only mimic. 

See Ito’s photographs here.

Abbi lives in an apartment in Greenwich Village. Earlier this year, the U.S. Postal Service delivered a letter that was sent 70 years ago. Like, it was lost in the system. Now, she’s trying to track down the original intended recipient

I was out of town for two weeks in late January-early February, so when I returned, I had a lot of mail.  I hardly ever get real letters— maybe once in awhile from my mom or family, so as I was spreading out the pile, I wasn’t expecting much more than LL Bean catalogues and VALU coupon-packs.  I knew immediately that this was something special.  The coloring of the letter was so dated and the cursive writing is something you don’t see a lot of these days.  I could see the letter was opened already, so I went for it.  I felt like I had won the lottery—who gets sent 69-year-old letters that may have been lost in the mail!? I immediately thought to get in touch with friend Todd who makes documentaries to see if he wanted to collaborate on telling this story and going on this adventure.

We scoured through city records, searched online databases, and made phone calls. We came up very short and kept hitting dead ends.  That’s when Todd suggested we involve ‘radical collaborators’ in the search (which is maybe just a fancy way of saying crowdsourcing).  I said yes and here we are with the site and you.  I am so excited to find this family together and see what the internet can do.

Now you can join the search. If you find anything, post it on twitter (using the hashtag #lostletterproject) or on Facebook. Also, please video or photograph your search and we’ll try to include the footage in upcoming video updates. 

Check out her website and maybe lend a hand if you like mysteries!

Jess Kellner, a street canvaser, poses for a portrait on Park Ave. along Union Square on Wednesday afternoon. Spending all day outdoors, he dresses extra warmly. In addition to a warm hat and fur-lined hood, he wears two layers of long johns under his pants.
[Photo by Karsten Moran as part of our New Yorkers Bundle Up series]

Jess Kellner, a street canvaser, poses for a portrait on Park Ave. along Union Square on Wednesday afternoon. Spending all day outdoors, he dresses extra warmly. In addition to a warm hat and fur-lined hood, he wears two layers of long johns under his pants.

[Photo by Karsten Moran as part of our New Yorkers Bundle Up series]

Really? There’s no gas in Brooklyn at all? Fuck. I’m driving on empty. I’m gonna be screwed. I’m going to go to work and hope the train is running to get home. I don’t have a clue if the train is even running.
Marlon Allen, like everybody else in the New York City area, just wants some gas.