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.
You witness an incident occur directly in front of you. You see every detail. There’s time to help—but should you get involved? A handy guide for photographers.
The thing you’ve come to Sevilla to see is the ritualized killing of bulls. What you also see: ancient architecture, handsome crowds, enormous animals, glittering suits, red capes, long swords, tradition.
After a rape, the world is remade. A story of violence, true love, cars, defeat, madness, the road from New York to Lexington, and the religion that is college basketball. Victory has many faces—some of them just happen to be painted.
There’s something subversive about Marc Dennis’s new paintings, and it’s not just all the guns and kittens.
When London’s Tottenham district fell to youth-driven chaos this past August, an elderly barber almost lost everything. Then other young people stepped in to keep him cutting.
Booker Prize-winner John Banville discusses writing crime novels under a pseudonym, hanging around with authors who own multiple homes, and why literature takes longer to produce than pulp.
From 2011, knowing the history of the phrase “going postal” helps us understand how America exports killing sprees to angry young men worldwide.
America adores its clichés about French culture—skinny women, hot sex, and “surrender monkeys.” But the Mali intervention shows France in a different light. From 2011, an appreciation for France’s history of conquering and oppressing the world.
Following the death of an American journalist, the rest of the world is taking notice of the declining situation in Oaxaca. Our writer interviews his sister Anna, who watched the peace unravel first-hand this summer.
Hazing makes for hot courtship, and how better to love your woman than by hitting her in the face? Realizing her childhood was empty of important life lessons, our writer falls under a certain Prince’s spell.
In South Carolina’s beach country, not having air conditioning, nevermind fans, is these days downright strange. A personal memoir of worried grandmothers and infant decapitation.