Judd Condo
Danny Sangra
On November 20th, 1965 at 10:57 a.m., Allan Cosgrove, a dog walker and bonsai tree1 enthusiast, walked out of his apartment building on the outskirts of Decatur, Georgia on his way to his mother Eileen’s house. A small team of state workers fixed up the sidewalk concrete here several months beforehand, setting exactly 13 dowels of rebar...
Emma-Louise Tovey
Eric Ray Davidson
The Uncompromised Vision of an Actress Leveling Up Olivia thirlby sits in front of the mirror tousling her newly-chopped locks, swiping at the lipstick congregation in the corners of her mouth, and sweetly fingering away the burrowed eyeliner. Minutes later, in front of the photographer, Thirlby pops her hip and arches her head to reveal the beauty spot...
Maxwell Williams
Jeffrey Sturges
NOTHING IS FINISHED Once upon a time, there was a group of young artists who exemplified a post-Strokes New York cool. Nate Lowman would probably resent that implication, but it’s true—it was fucking cool to be an artist in New York not so long ago. We’re a few years past all that. No longer is art the chosen fallback of roustabouts (blogging now owns...
Mui-Hai Chu
Gomillion & Leupold
The Dexterous Babe on Splitting Sides and Canine Superiority A stack of red velvet pancakes sits in the middle of the table and an elderly man watches us eat, his eyes intent and locked. Sure, Kristen Bell’s skin radiates an unrealistic glow and her long blond hair sways becomingly and her capelet and lace-up knee high boots (which she’s removed the...
Thomas Giddings
An Assortment from the Globe’s Visionaries of Bits and Baubles
Cordelia Pfaffenberg
George Eastman House, International Museum of Photography and Film
Out of the corner of our eye, over our shoulder, a glimpse, a glimmer, an emanation, a misty shadow, something to make us doubt we’re alone. Stories have been told for centuries around the campfire and in the trenches about men who disappear, about meeting someone and later finding out they’d died shortly before the rendezvous, about unfinished business...
Matthew Bedard
Ellen von Unwerth
Inside psychic Madame Paulina’s glowing, concrete, single-story mystic’s den, nestled beneath a major highway on the Westside of Los Angeles, garishly bedazzled in spiritualistic knick-knacks, Evan Rachel Wood wishes she were on the other side. Of the curtain, that is. The scene, you see, is divided by a beaded curtain—one room...
Molly Gottschalk
Yu Tsai
The presence of monsters echoes throughout history; historians and anthropologists alike have diagnosed the mythical beasts as a vector of our most bridling fears. They are manufactured in our subconscious and assembled solely for the purpose of defeat, and yet, no matter their atrocity, monsters are secretly championed all the way to their demise....
