We admit, we're not huge fans of camels. At first glance, they look like disabled, lumpy horses (and horses are quite frightening to begin with, unless they're miniature).
Mark Leyner's latest novel sticks out like an infected, throbbing appendage compared to the seemingly endless crop of mopey, self-important novels these days.
The final chapter of Brett Gelman's novel about murder and baldness.
Photos by Nico Stinghe, Styling by Marie Claude-Guay
We figured they'd cheat; they were Hezbollah, after all. But none of us—a team of four Western journalists—thought we'd be dodging military-grade flash bangs when we initiated this.
Let Trump SMLLC improve the Central Park Sheep Meadow!
Judging by the look of utter confusion on most people's faces when I make a Sammy Hagar joke, I'm fairly certain that most folks under the age of 30 don't know shit about the "Red Rocker."
Photos by Bruce Gilden, Styling by Annette Lamothe-Ramos
Photos and styling by Petra Collins.