The New York Times Magazine Photographs
Language: English
Pages: 448
ISBN: 1597111465
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
For over 30 years, The New York Times Magazine has been synonymous with the myriad possibilities and applications of photography. The New York Times Magazine: Photographs reflects upon and interrogates the very nature of both photography and print magazines at this pivotal moment in their history and evolution. Edited by Kathy Ryan, longtime photo editor of the Magazine, and with a preface by former editorial director Gerald Marzorati, this volume presents some of the finest commissioned photographs worldwide in four sections: reportage, portraiture, style and conceptual photography, including photo illustration. Diverse in content and sensibility, and consistent in virtuosity, the photographs are accompanied by reproduced tear sheets to allow for the examination of sequencing and the interplay between text and image, simultaneously presenting the work while illuminating its distillation to magazine form. This process is explored further through texts offering behind-the-scenes perspective and anecdotes by the many photographers, writers, editors and other collaborators whose voices have been a part of the magazine over the years. Issues of documentary photography are addressed in relation to more conceptual photography; the efficacy of storytelling; and what makes an image evidentiary, objective, subjective, truthful or a tool for advocacy; as well as thoughts on whether these matters are currently moot, or more critical than ever. As such, The New York Times Magazine: Photographs serves as a springboard for a rigorous, necessary and revitalized examination of photography as presented within a modern journalistic context.
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killed in the attack and dozens injured. It was among the most shocking massacres in the American-led war in Afghanistan, and certainly the most baffling. Why would an American warplane destroy a working hospital full of doctors and patients? On April 29, seven months after the bombing, the United States military released a heavily redacted version of its investigation into the airstrike. The report asserts that it was an accident, a result of equipment failures and bad decisions on the part of
tanks. Thousands of residents jammed the highways as they fled to neighboring cities; meanwhile, hordes of Taliban fighters, some from surrounding provinces, streamed into the city, attracted by the prospect of a major victory. It was the first time since 2001 that the Taliban had captured a provincial capital. As panic spread across northern Afghanistan, the Special Forces were tapped to help save Afghanistan’s fifth-largest city. There was already one group called an Operational Detachment
States would look like. In a recent paper, we use the fact that a Rhode Island District Court judge unexpectedly decriminalized indoor prostitution in 2003 to calculate causal estimates of the impact of decriminalization on the composition of the sex market, reported rape offenses and sexually transmitted infections. While Rhode Island’s decriminalization increased the size of the indoor sex market, reported rape offenses declined 30 percent, and female gonorrhea incidence declined by 40 percent.
experience, and leads to the next thought in ways that are surprising and, in retrospect, inevitable. For Long to Hold By Carl Phillips Not because there was nothing to say, or we didn’t want to — we just stopped speaking entirely, but like making a gift of it: Here; for you. Saturday birds picked the sidewalk’s reminders of Friday night’s losses, what got left behind. I’ve been wrong about more than, despite memory, I had thought was possible. I keep making my way through the so-called forests