According to the photographer, this guy's street name was "Livers."

"In every child who is born under no matter what circumstances and of no matter what parents, the potentiality of the human race is born again, and in him, too, once more, and each of us, our terrific responsibility toward human life: toward the utmost idea of goodness, of the horror of terrorism, and of God." ---James Agee, Let Us Now Praise Famous Men

Photographed by Helen Levitt.

Brought to you this week by the masterful Helen Levitt.

The kid in the hat on the far right is all like, "let me shine your shoes, you yuppie prick." To which I'm like, "Yes, sir."

If only I could find that dress for Juniper. . .

Another Friday, another photo of little urchins filling their lungs with the sweet, sweet taste of unfiltered tobacco.

See that kid, the one with the pipe? There's not one thing I can fault about his whole look. Everything is perfect.

Is it terrible that I get such a kick from old pictures of children and monkeys smoking?

[seriously, how tough are the five urchins front and center? you so want to join their gang]

According to the photographer, this one's nickname was "fattie."

This is the most adorable street urchin I have ever found. I don't know how I am ever going to top this one. He really makes me want to travel back in time, kidnap my eight-year-old self, throw him into the time machine and take him back to Brooklyn in 1907 so he can be this kid's best friend.