The first time a photograph accompanied a short story in The New Yorker was in 1996: the story was “Baster,” by Jeffrey Eugenides (who also has a story in the current Summer Fiction issue), and the photograph was a portrait of a newborn by Howard Schatz. We’ve been matching fiction and photographs ever since. Through July 9th, a selection of these photographs have found new life on the walls of the Steven Kasher Gallery, as part of “New Yorker Fiction/Real Photography.” The show is co-curated by Kasher and our former visuals director, Elisabeth Biondi, whose tenure ushered in a wonderful expansion of the use of photographs in the magazine, which for many years was illustrated only with drawings.
Anonymous asked: Yo, when I was like 10 I repeated something I heard about "political correctness" to my mom. She told me that whenever I hear the phrase "politically correct" I should mentally replace it with "polite" and see if it makes the speaker sound like a jerk. It totally works (and, surprise, they always sound like jerks). Props to my savvy mom.