Several years in the making, Molly Landreth’s “Embodiment: A Portrait of Queer Life in America” suggests far more about queer family and community in different parts of the country than might seem possible in still photographs of individuals, couples, and small groups. There’s a startling tension
In the early 1980s, photographer Thomas Struth collaborated with the psychoanalyst Ingo Hartmann on a research project using family pictures collected from forty of Hartmann’s patients. “We were hoping,” Struth has said, “to see what narratives about family life could be reconstructed from this
Jessica Todd Harper’s children, in her second monograph, The Home Stage (2014), don’t have the memorably stark expressions of Sally Mann’s—“those poor, art-abused kids,” as Mann put it, paraphrasing the indignant letters she received after a 1992 New York Times hit piece. Like Mann’s, though, they’re
In 1975, Nicholas Nixon lined up the Brown sisters—Mimi (age fifteen), Laurie (twenty-one), Heather (twenty-three), and Bebe (twenty-five), who is Nixon’s wife—and photographed them with an 8x10 view camera. He repeated the process every year for four decades, with the sisters always posed in the
FOR AUTHORS—indeed, for all of us—the family is an institution that both nurtures and, in the words of Philip Larkin, fucks you up. Given the reach and influence of family life, it’s tempting to conclude that our families will always determine who we are, no matter how we try to imagine things
FORTY YEARS AGO, when the second wave of the American feminist movement was young, and its signature phrase, “the personal is political,” was electrifying, many of the movement’s radicals (this reviewer among them) went to war with the age-old conviction that marriage and motherhood were the deepest
IT SEEMS, these days, that every professional thinker tackles the fraught subject of gentrification by claiming that the whole phenomenon may not actually exist. A January Slate headline declared that gentrification was a “myth.” The story, by John Buntin, walked this claim back rather quickly,
IN HER ESSAY for Segregation Story, the companion publication to the current exhibition of the same name at the High Museum of Art in Atlanta, the journalist Charlayne Hunter-Gault described a recent encounter with some Brooklyn middle school students. When she mentioned the segregated water fountains
Last December, the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence (SSCI) released its long-delayed report on CIA torture, to much media attention; that coverage segued back into long-running debates on torture's utilitarian justification. Still, many heavy silences from all sides weigh on The Senate Intelligence Committee Report on Torture.
The Professor in the Cage is a straightforward work of popular science bookended by what Jonathan Gottschall himself calls a "memoir stunt": One day in his late thirties, Gottschall, a "cultured English professor," decided to join the mixed-martial-arts gym that had opened across the street from his campus office, with the ultimate goal of engaging in at least one professional fight.