A place one can never return to grows in the mind. In mine, wind scours a scree field; a long-haired man peers down between the crenellations of a mud watchtower; a woman dozes on a wooden bed in an...
Eliza Griswold on why you should hold nothing back
When you go out looking for the Nigerian Taliban, bad things happen.
But beneath his foul language and outrageous antics, the Czech photographer is the greatest living observer of human suffering and spirit.