After two horses died last year, Racing Victoria promised they'd make things safer. Did they pull through?
Timothy O' Connell's photos of dissident republicans in Belfast and housing estate children.
You only get out what you Putin.
"People say: 'Why don't you lot go back to where you've come from?' But when we're on Appleby, we don't get that. Just for this week we get a sense of place, a sense of being, and a sense of ancestry."
Something is going on with the royal baby killing bunnies. It's adorable.
News footage shows what appears to be a passive and compliant man lying next to his getaway horse, being Tasered and then beaten by 11 cops for two minutes
"With everything that changes and everything that goes on in the world, I still throw a chunk of leather on a bronc and have to go ride it."
Sure, Nick from Shortland Street isn't going to Mars, but look on the bright side: Auckland is officially monkey-free.
France's 93rd Qatar Prix de l'Arc de Triomphe had an "elegance contest," a losing horse named Ruler of the World, and more Qatari singing than you'd expect at a fancy sporting event.
Can you heal people by getting them to act out their feelings in front of a bunch of animals and strangers? Sara Fancy thinks so.
After decades of being one of the only African American athletes at rodeos, Fred Whitfield has seen the type crazy cowboy shit you can't make up. We talked to him about rodeo racism, bar room brawls, and cocaine.
In 1977, Patti had fallen off a stage in Tampa and broken her collarbone. Most nights Patti needed someone to keep her company until Allen came home from his gig, and I was enlisted to help out her out, in exchange for a six-pack of beer.
Dublin housing estate kids raise horses in car parks and ride them in Nikes.
We asked people who work in crystal shops how they felt about CGI eagles, horses, and Kim Kardashian's nipple-less tits.
The American Quarter Horse Association is "the world's largest equine breed registry." Now they're going to get even larger, because a US court has ruled they must accept cloned horses' applications to join their exclusive club. Predictably, the wealthy h…
In my 25 Earthling years of existence I have learned a lot, yet very few certainties other than this: things can always get weirder. My law-school educated parents moved me from St. Louis to a lizard-infested house on an island in the Caribbean to escape
Brain seepage, I think to myself as I watch paramedics tend to a rider who's been ripped from his saddle. He's not getting up. It's the first hour of the first day of the National Championship Chuckwagon Races in Clinton, Arkansas, and I'm just realizing
I hung out at one in California to try to figure it out.
The Sport of Kings may not have the bulimic jockeys, juiced horses, or crooked track owners of its heyday, but watching it is still one of the greatest thrills on Earth.
Faustino Barrientos has spent most of his 81 years in isolation. He works as a gaucho—the horse-riding shepherds of the harsh southern swath known as Patagonia.
We talk sex, horses, military thinking, and writing.
I was sitting outside the Commodore's mansion, waiting for my brother Charlie to come out with news of the job. It was threatening to snow and I was cold and for want of something to do I studied Charlie's new horse Nimble. My new horse was called Tub.
Gathering horse names for fun.