VAGABOND QUEEN (A passage from my forthcoming short story of the same title) Time froze, and you surrendered to your animal self. Was it the vodka or the blind man’s pills? Or was it your wild, doomed, murderous love? Or the centuries of sa
The Man Who Shot the Soul of Earth Sebastião Salgado is gone. But his shadow walks among us still. Born in Aimorés, Brazil, he roamed the scorched edges of humanity—famines in the Sahel, hellfire oil fields in Kuwait, exoduses et
THE WILD PASSIONS OF GUILLERMO OLGUIN Most of us have never felt the exuberant spirit of Mexico.
Fewer still are familiar with the bold, myth-soaked brilliance of its new art. On a recent trip to Oaxaca, I spent a wild weekend with painter Guillermo
Watermelon Seed in My Mouth, Tears in My Eyes #portraitsfromtheworld #igportraits #hipstamatic #colorphotography #japanesephotography
The Whimsy & Wonder of Jill Sobule, Gone but Never Forgotten 🕊️💔 A tribute to a true American icon—the pioneering artist, activist, exemplary human being, and my friend, Jill Sobule, who died tragically last week in a house fire in Minnea
Mandi in Brooklyn #americanstyle #americans #brooklynvintage #portraitsfromtheworld #leicacamerausa #folkmusic #lindaronstadt
Station to Station I have been making pictures in the NYC subway for ten years. Images hurtle through my mind: doors opening and closing; the rattle and hum and music and tongues; the stench of urine and the scurrying rats the size of cats; the deep
Station to Station I have been making pictures in the NYC subway for ten years. Images hurtle through my mind: doors opening and closing; the rattle and hum and music and tongues; the stench of urine and the scurrying rats the size of cats; the deep
Station to Station I have been making pictures in the NYC subway for ten years. Images hurtle through my mind: doors opening and closing; the rattle and hum and music and tongues; the stench of urine and the scurrying rats the size of cats; the dee
Station to Station I have been making pictures in the NYC subway for ten years. Images hurtle through my mind: doors opening and closing; the rattle and hum and music and tongues; the stench of urine and the scurrying rats the size of cats; the dee
Last Cigarette Some of the most unforgettable images from my childhood are of my iconic mother smoking hand-rolled cigarettes filled with Prince Henry tobacco. Daughter of the patriarchy, she quietly rebelled and created the first private nursing ho
Last Cigarette Some of the most unforgettable images from my childhood are of my iconic mother smoking hand-rolled cigarettes filled with Prince Henry tobacco. Daughter of the patriarchy, she quietly rebelled and created the first private nursing ho
Last Cigarette Some of the most unforgettable images from my childhood are of my iconic mother smoking hand-rolled cigarettes filled with Prince Henry tobacco. Daughter of the patriarchy, she quietly rebelled and created the first private nursing ho