Shaun Randol

The Idleness of Sisyphus (1981) by Sandro Chia

He was sixteen—or maybe he was eighteen—years-old when he started stealing paperback books in Mexico City. Books by Max Beerbohm, Samuel Pepys, Amado Nervo, and others were purloined by this bookworm. It’s hard to tell which of these writers had a lasting effect on the teenager who would become one of Latin America’s literary giants.

Among the novels stolen and eagerly devoured by Roberto Bolaño was The Fall by Albert Camus, and from there:

Arie Amaya-Akkermans

Installation views: Joana Kohen. "Untitled I" & "Untitled 2", polyester and stitch on hand-made cotton paper, 86X91 e/o (2014); "A Robber Who Broke Into Hair Salon Is Beaten By Its Female Owner And Kept As A Sex Slave For Three Days He Was Fed Nothing But Viagra", 83.5X159X2 (2014).

Anthony Brent


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Corrie Hulse

Margaret Benison

Lebanese Prime Minister Tammam Salam (center) casts his vote to elect the new Lebanese president in the parliament building in downtown Beirut on April 23, 2014. (Photo: AFP-Joseph Eid)

Jermaine Fletcher

One of the main themes of our film The Curators of Hip Hop is independence. In our documentary film The Curators Volume 1: A Story of Independence, one sees five very different emcees at different stages of their career over the course of four years. The characters all speak for themselves and discuss how their personal lives have influenced and developed their artistic styles. Parallel with the story of the artists runs the story of “The Curators of Hip Hop,” the movement and brand.

Emmanuel Iduma

Arie Amaya-Akkermans

[Husain Tarabie]

Arie Amaya-Akkermans

[Kamrooz Aram at Green Art] 

Corrie Hulse

U.S. Secretary of State John Kerry

The funny thing about moving back home after living abroad for years is that nothing ever feels quite the same. What was once home now feels foreign. Your old haunts and old friends are now strangely unfamiliar; leaving you wondering if the home you remember is simply an elaborate story you dreamt up over the years. In grasping for the familiar, you find yourself questioning what you once took for granted and hoping to discover how exactly it all changed while you were gone.