For Roversi, the studio is “like an empty stage, a space waiting to be filled, a time yet to be invented, where neither seasons, nor days, nor hours exist.” He is clearly caught up in the romance of photography, from the surprise and discovery of its formative years to the most challenging experiments of his…
It can take a lifetime to reckon with the legacy of a complicated parent, and Lucian Freud, in addition to being a great artist, was a parent of prodigious unconventionality. Born in 1922 in Berlin, he fathered at least fourteen children, mostly out of wedlock, across four decades. He never shared a home with his…
Harvard held its commencement today. Meanwhile, across the Charles River, in Boston, a federal judge moved to block Donald Trump’s attempt to ban the university from enrolling international students. A dispatch from an emotional day on campus. Plus: • The Supreme Court undercuts yet another check on executive power• At last, a new non-opioid painkiller•…
The New Yorker is not, by any definition, a fashion magazine, but it is—and nearly always has been—a magazine concerned with fashion. The publication’s mascot, Eustace Tilley, is, after all, defined by accessories: his gleaming top hat, crisp white gloves, and dandyish monocle are all totems of both persnickety good taste and the febrile effort…