Twice the official portraitist of George W. Bush, painter Robert Anderson explains what it’s like to build a relationship with a president, separate the man from the legacy, and struggle with his smirk.
Portraits of a queer community in South India treat gender, biology, art, and family with emotional nuance—no exoticism in sight.
An editor telephones complete strangers outside the US, asking them to describe a typical Thanksgiving.
An artist’s personal issues become manifest through dozens of identically dressed little men.
Apologies take a lot of abuse these days. But they’re an essential part of how we trip our way through the modern world.
Outsider artists draw outsider patrons, some who smell like horses. Not even the art gallery world’s aura of intimidation will keep them away.
Her neighbors remember her as “the bag lady,” but Vivian Maier was secretly a street photographer who would leave behind an artistic trove that captured the public’s imagination.
Evidence of diversity emerging in Northeast Tennessee, historically one of the United States’ most conservative, homogeneous regions.
Our Russia hand submits a roll-up of all the corruption, crises, ill-preparedness, highways paved with French luggage, and other #sochiproblems surrounding Putin’s graft-gutted Winter Olympics.
We all have doppelgängers, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends with them. One Jennifer Berman reaches out to other Jennifer Bermans.
Street photography has never been more popular, now that everyone has a camera in their pocket. But truly good work requires constant failure—and constant walking.
Luminous portraits taken by a pediatrician-photographer, of people considered to be outside beauty’s dominant ideal.