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They are everywhere.

They are often almost invisible.

It hurts them to give so much.

Everyone has one.

They can be contradictory.

Everyone is one.

You are one.

Heroes walk the streets of every city and town, of every stats, region and country. They often hide behind the illusion of normality, emerging to save the day or repair what is left, if only temporarily. A hero may be you, or may be me, whoever we are. The fact is, we all harbour heroism in our hearts. But sometimes heroes are not even people, rather they stand for all that defines the best of humanity.

HEROES is also the new collection from Stone.

And it’s photography that is original and powerful. It may surprise you by being, in part, made up of images from your own unconscious. Heroes are on the minds of everybody.



The copy above is from a flyer of Getty Images’ new batch of photos called HEROES. I get these books and flyers from them because, for some strange reason, their database has labeled me an Art Director. Anyway…

The world must still be on some synchronicity ride and still looking for heroes; still reeling from September 11 and everything else that followed.

On Gerry’s message board there’s a whole lot of talk about making a Pinoy Hero or why we shouldn’t make another a wanna-be-Filipino-hero-in-spandex. Whether they are “for” or “against”, they’re still talking about heroes.

The recent issue of WIRED has a very well-written article about Filipino OCWs as the new heroes. In my opinion, Wired did a better job of putting a face on the “Filipino hero” compared to what Time magazine did. The editors of Time thought that the person to represent heroism in our country is some American juetung bookie who had to remain anonymous due to what he was doing.
Gosh, that makes me so proud to be Pinoy.

As the copy in the flyer said, heroes are “often almost invisible”.

Maybe they’re all about to make an appearance.

Maybe that’s why there’s all this talk.





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