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A photograph by Mark Abramson from the series Two Face, which chronicles the 2016 U.S. presidential campaign. The series is currently on view in a solo exhibition at United Photo Industries, in Brooklyn, New York, and was included in the June 2016 issue of Harper’s Magazine. Photograph © Mark Abramson
“Military-Age Males,” a photograph by Tomas van Houtryve from the series Blue Sky Days. For this series, van Houtryve photographed by drone the kinds of gatherings that are habitual targets for U.S. strikes, as well as sites where drones are used to nonlethal effect, such as prisons, oil fields, and the U.S.–Mexico border. This photograph shows civilian cadets assembling in formation at the Citadel Military College in Charleston, South Carolina. When assessing civilian casualties of drone strikes abroad, the U.S. government counts all military-age males within a strike zone as combatants unless there is explicit posthumous proof of their innocence. An exhibition of this work is currently on view at Anastasia Photo, in New York City. A folio of Blue Sky Days was published in the April 2014 issue of Harper’s Magazine.
“Yuki Hime, Kiso-Fukushima, Nagano,” a photograph by Charlotte Dumas from the series Work Horse, which documents the eight native horse breeds of Japan. An exhibition of the series opens at Gallery 916 in Tokyo on Friday. A photo essay about the horses of Miyako and Yonaguni Islands was published in the December 2015 issue of Harper’s Magazine.
Years ago, I lived in Montana, a land of purple sunsets, clear streams, and snowflakes the size of silver dollars drifting through the cold air. There were no speed limits and you could legally drive drunk. My small apartment in Missoula had little privacy. In order to write, I rented an off-season fishing cabin on Rock Creek, a one-room place with a bed and a bureau. I lacked the budget for a desk. My idea was to remove a sliding door from a closet in my apartment and place it over a couple of hastily cobbled-together sawhorses.
Amount by which a typical good-looking U.S. worker will out-earn a typical ugly one over a lifetime:
A Japanese inventor unveiled a new invisibility cloak that uses a material made of thousands of tiny beads called “retro-reflectum.”
A couple at a Cracker Barrel restaurant in Greenville, South Carolina, left their waitress a note telling her “the woman’s place is in the home,” in lieu of a tip.
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