The Oxford Project began nearly 25 years ago, when photographer Peter Feldstein set out to photograph each of the 676 residents in his hometown of Oxford, Iowa. The collection of photographs that he compiled offered a candid look into life in small town America. Read More »
Making counterfeit money, it turns out, may not be as difficult as it seems. Albert Edward Talton, a man from Lawndale, California, figured out how to generate $7 million dollars in bogus currency using nothing more than an inkjet printer and supplies from Staples. Leader of a five-man counterfeiting ring busted in May of 2008, Talton, a man with little to no experience in graphic design or printing, created some of the most convincing phony currency in U.S. history.
A new article by Adam Higginbotham in the current issue of Details titled “The Most Notorious Counterfeiter,” profiles Talton and unveils the Secret Service’s three-year hunt to capture him and his co-conspirators.
Back in May, I talked with Detroit rapper Invincible about the reasons why her video ‚ÄúRopes‚Äù was pulled from MTV (read story here). During our conversation she introduced me to the Hip Hop Mental Health Project (HHMHP), an organization that seeks to reduce the stigma associated with mental illness and act as an informational¬† resource. The difference between the HHMHP and other mental health organizations however, is that it was founded to help those in the hip-hop community. Read More »
Photographs of boxing legend Mike Tyson‚Äôs abandoned 1980s mansion in Southington, Ohio, have been widely circulated on the Internet in recent years (see here). Last August, however, photographer Danny Wills ventured to the vacant Ohio property for an impromptu photo session and has given new life to Tyson‚Äôs former home in a haunting new series of portraits. Read More »
A new series of personal essays about job loss, mental health, and the undying pursuit of art.
When I arrived that morning, the magazine offices were nearly vacant. Nothing but the dull hum of a thousand overhead florescent lights and the distant clicking of a few phantom keyboards registered a sound. A stack of empty boxes had been left on my desk. Looking at them, they seemed to tell the true story of the last 24 hours: We care, we really do. But please take your shit and leave, it‚Äôs time for us to move on (Read: ‚ÄòFear & Self-Loathing‚Ķ‚Äô Part I). I looked at the boxes, then over at the woman from Human Resources who had escorted me from the entrance of the building to my cubicle. ‚ÄúTake all the time you need,‚Äù she said. ‚ÄúI‚Äôll check back with you in 10 minutes.‚Äù Read More »
