In a part of the world few understand, and even fewer have thought to try, Seamus Murphy’s profile of Afghanistan is hauntingly beautiful, informative and well-worth the time.
While many photographers covered the #OccupyWallStreet movement last fall, Ashley Gilbertson captured the cause in stark, grainy, black and white frames. In December, Gilbertson, Scott Thode and I sat down to produce […]
At the time, I found Sean Foley buried in the small office adjacent a garage full of golf carts at Glen Abbey Golf Club in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. From a space he shared with his boss and mentor, Tom Jackson, Foley would often emerge from the drab cubby with his signature close-cropped hair, quick —almost jerky— step, and his laser quick tongue at the ready. As an 18-year-old who had dedicated his life to the sport, I looked up to him as the consummate and confident professional he already was, even if his major clientele was still the sport’s youth.