In 2006, photographer Gina LeVay began her odyssey into the Spanish-speaking world of toreras—female matadors. “A lot of them have gotten gored, injured, and they just get up and want to do it again. They’re fearless.”
The pain of women turns them into kittens and rabbits and sunsets and sordid red satin goddesses, pales them and bloodies them and starves them, delivers them to death camps and sends locks of their hair to the stars.
Educated to think critically at all times, I’m hesitant to announce a lingering curiosity about the possible existence of a benevolent, miraculous beyond. If you describe yourself as a thinking person, it’s hard to speak of sensing an...
If spacious skies rising above amber waves of grain capture the romantic vision of an agrarian ideal, cotton fields serve as a reminder of the grittier, exploitative side of American agriculture. The sight of vast fields smattered with...
A conversation with Ronald L. Mallett, a Research Professor of Physics at the University of Connecticut, where he has been developing a theory for time travel.
