The Hereros of Namibia added Victorian fashion into their traditional costume under German influence in the late 19th and early 20th century. Photographer Jim Naughten explains how he became fascinated with this community.
Good book clubs rely on commitment, Sauvignon Blanc, and the pruning of members with annoying habits. Unfortunately, sometimes those members are homicidal maniacs. From March, a primer on how to tell.
In 1974, a car hits a seven-year-old boy in central New Jersey. The boy dies. From 2013, a former friend starts to probe the causes, effects, statistics, and consequences.
Portraits of leisure time and permanent parties in “the strange emptiness” of a Czech reservoir, close to the Austrian border.
When your life is opened in front of you, all your old attachments shucked off, the task of finding a new ending can be as simple as handing over a bag of guns.
Ever since Lance Armstrong told Oprah about his persistent doping, lying, and just plain being mean, celebrities are lining up for their own public confessions. Starting with Breaking Bad’s Walter White.
Everyday scenes of Greece in paintings that evoke the quiet fatigue from living with economic uncertainty.
A happy cul de sac experiences its first affair. Soon every living room—every computer screen—reverberates with news bulletins. Even for the Facebook generation, divorce comes with surprises.
From a 10-year study of London’s bus stops, photographs that resemble Renaissance tableaus—brief congregations of people never to be repeated.
Small donations comprise more than half of President Obama’s war chest. Small donors, on the other hand, constitute some of the world’s most overwhelmed email recipients. But all that follow-up isn’t just about cash—it’s about subtle changes being made inside your head.
Since the 1980s, changing social mores, rising gas prices, and advancing technology have resulted in an information gap just screaming to be studied (with video clips). A guide to demystifying songs from the ’80s for later, digitally native generations.
Stunt memoirs are ubiquitous: writers who eat, pray, and love straight into their bank accounts. But what happens when the material for your book—for which you took a dozen amusement park jobs to acquire—isn’t all hijinks and zany locals? What if it’s rather nice?