Politics, grief, and jokes all took center stage during music's biggest night

This April, just like any other month, thousands of women in eleven conservative American states discovered they were pregnant when they did not want to be. Unlike any other month, they faced an impossible choice: continue an unwanted pregnancy, or risk travelling during a pandemic to a state that would still perform an abortion. The coronavirus pandemic has provided an opportunity for traditionally conservative states—who in recent history have tried to limit abortion access —to pass emergenc

Though the photographers range significantly in experience, the winners all have a visceral humanity in common. The first portrait as you enter the exhibition is the second-prize winner: a close-up of a boy in his late teens, pimples and a single chin hair thrown into contrast in the backlit twilight, eyes filled with tears of unknown origin. With his close-cropped hair, naked torso, and chiseled jaw, he appears tough and tender at once.

On January 5th, the Nouhi family boarded a flight from Doha to Miami. It was a routine trip for the Persian family of four, who all hold US green cards and split their time between Florida and Iran. What happened when they landed, however, was anything but routine. 

If Andy Palfreyman were a practical man, he never would have agreed to have coffee with me. It’s less than 10 days out from Fashion Week, after all, and he’ll be putting on a full runway show with the usual hoi polloi in attendance. But Andy has never been a practical man, and so here we are, tucked into a hidden corner of Soho, ingesting our caffeine and discussing Vivienne Westwood.

It came on Facebook, the invite: a massive pool party, 1000 people, at least, from all the right sort of high schools and families and country clubs and hidden leafy blocks of the city. The invite list: skinny, rich, and stunning: the sort of coltish bodies and tamed manes that only centuries of wealthy breeding and a pact with Satan can buy. Yes, I knew the party was coming. It happens every year, yet still, immediately, I threw out my kesitas and headed to the closest verduleria: I would be e