Travel / 24 October 2014

Compagnie des Vins Surnaturels Seven Dials - London

by Mariaelena Morelli

photography Giulia Venanzi

Compagnie des Vins Surnaturels Seven Dials opened in the Fall of 2013 with the help of desginer Dorothée Meilichzon. The restaurant's London outpost came after an initial experiment in Paris set in motion by restaurateurs Romée de Goriainoff, Olivier Bon, Pierre-Charles Cros, and Xavier Padovani. Read more...

Chronicle / 20 October 2014

Panic in the Cranium

by Brantly Martin

photography Scáth Umbra

I saw one of those Goebbels must be alive and now under the employ of the US Hollywood-military-hero complex movies the other day. Read more...

Chronicle / 5 October 2014

The Silver Beach Hotel - Lake Balaton

photography Manuele Geromini & Laura Villa Baroncelli

The Silver Beach Hotel was built in Hungary in 1984, during the Kadar-era Communist regime. The 30-year-old building overlooks Lake Balaton, in Siófok, and is renowned for its architectural style, characteristic of the time. Read more...

Art / Issue X

Marcel Dzama

artist Marcel Dzama

An exclusive selection of Dzama's latest works on paper in occasion of a solo exhibition with David Zwirner gallery. Read more...

Shows & Backstage / 1 October 2014

Wunderkind S/S 2015

photography Federica Fioravanti

From Paris Womenswear shows, backstage pictures at the Wunderkind Spring/Summer 2015 show. Read more...

Poetry / Issue X

Surveil Villanelle

by Ange Mlinko

illustrator Daniel Egnéus

A washed dollar comes up pale fuchsia, like a spoonbill.
In these parts, fuchsia blooms without hoopla
but its radial symmetry keeps the whirlpool close.

Poetry / Issue X

The Coldest Mother

by Fanny Howe

illustrator Daniel Egnéus

I can only follow one stone through
To its interior: and I do.
An amethyst from Achill.
The stone is transparent violet.

Poetry / Issue X

Three Poems by Meghan O'Rourke

by Megan O'Rourke

illustrator Daniel Egnéus

Our fears are often irrational.
One hot afternoon, I toured the old prison for POWs.
(In this desert there are no people, only facilities for holding them.)
One doesn’t think of the Underworld as being bright.

Poetry / Issue X

Two Poems by Devin Johnston

by Devin Johnston

illustrator Daniel Egnéus

An oval fob of brass,
key still attached,
surfaced in a shop on Cherokee
and now rests atop my desk

From the archive

An Interview With Henry Codax
Beatrice Brown
Four Poems - Robert Travers