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Soccer Mommy’s Visceral Chronicle of Loss
The earliest iteration of Soccer Mommy emerged out of a bedroom in the summer of 2015, with a handful of lo-fi, home-recorded songs posted to Bandcamp. The songs were...
Baseball Is for the Losers
Angell, Gammons, and I now rode the elevator. In the Boston clubhouse, a crowd of reporters surrounded Buckner’s locker, waiting. Cruel jokes were already being worked up. (Question: What...
Bill T. Jones’s Controversial “Still/Here,” Thirty Years Later
Alaska Thunderfuck in “Drag: The Musical.”Photograph by Matthew MurphyDrag, at its best, is a union of glamour and camp, spectacle and heart. “Drag: The Musical”—a tale of two night...
Orna Guralnik on the Entanglement of Politics and Private Life
Since 2019, the Brooklyn-based psychotherapist Orna Guralnik has been counselling couples onscreen in the documentary TV series “Couples Therapy.” As Guralnik’s clients contend with anxieties about devotion, desire, fidelity,...
The Frightening Familiarity of Late-Nineties Office Photos
In the winter of 1999, an odd little movie named “Office Space” gleefully demolished the conventional portrayal of white-collar work. The film, directed by Mike Judge, was set in...
What Can You Learn from Photographing Your Life?
As an obsessed amateur photographer, I spend too much time reading photography forums on the Internet. Not long ago, I came across a particularly plaintive discussion. “Let’s say, hypothetically,...
Sovereignty for Sale
In the past few years, a secretive consortium of technologists and investors has spent almost a billion dollars to purchase about ninety square miles of farmland on the eastern...
The Decline of the Working Musician
Before the gig economy consumed a third of the workforce, it was mostly musicians who worried about gigs. There are debates about the origins of the word—some believe it...
“Disclaimer” Is a Baffling Misfire from a Great Auteur
At the climax of Alfonso Cuarón’s 2018 film “Roma,” a woman named Cleo walks into the sea until the waves reach her neck. Cleo doesn’t know how to swim,...
Girl, What Waist?
Remember the Trompe l’Oeil Sweatpants from Balenciaga? The nearly twelve-hundred-dollar heather-gray drawstring pants that seemed ordinary, innocent of fashion, until the shopper, scanning upward, caught the plaid trick happening...
