An early look at next week's cover: “i’m boning up on my cyrillic,” barry blitt, the artist behind the cover of the new issue, says. in a riff on the magazine’s first cover, from 1925, by rea irvin, blitt imagines a future in which our dandy mascot has become eustace vladimirovich tilley and the lepidopteran under scrutiny is none other than a stunned donald trump. click the link in our bio to read more. #tnycovers
It’s been ten years since “the o.c.” went off the air. remember marissa, ryan, and “the land of endless summer” with nancy franklin’s review of the pilot episode, from 2003. link in bio. photograph by wb/everett. #tnyarchive
In nineteen-sixties brazil, the band os mutantes challenged the military class with its own brand of riveting psychedelic rock. the musicians melded american rock, british pop, and brazilian bossa nova, ornamenting political messages as suavely as harrison and hendrix. click the link in our bio to read more. illustration by @virginie.morgand.
The s.s. mendi sank in 1917. it is said that the men still aboard the ship, while it was sinking, danced in unison, stamping a rhythm on the deck with their bare feet. click the link in our bio to read about how a first world war shipwreck became one of south africa’s most cherished political symbols. illustration by robert g. fresson.
On monday, we kicked off our event series with @publictheaterny with a discussion between david remnick, tony kushner, claudia rankine, and salman rushdie. the writers tried to make sense of the current moment, when facts are said to have alternatives and truth often feels stranger than fiction.
On february 21, 1965, multiple assassins fired shotguns and pistols at #malcolmx as he stepped up to a lectern for a speech. on the fifty-second anniversary of his death, learn how malcom little, a boy from omaha, transformed himself into an electrifying proponent of black nationalism. click the link in our bio to read david remnick’s story. photograph by eve arnold/magnum.
Desire lines can be found all over the world, scarring pristine lawns and worming through forest undergrowth. they appear anywhere people want to walk, where no formal paths have been provided. click the link in our bio to read robert moor on the crusade to get new york city’s walkers to stick to the beaten path. illustration by @marinamuun.
The new yorker presidents' day sale. get 12 weeks for $6, plus a free tote. valid in the u.s. only. visit the link in our bio to learn more. questions? contact customer service at 1-800-825-2510 or nyrcustserv@cdsfulfillment.
Who exactly are we celebrating on #presidentsday? the bouncing apostrophe bespeaks a certain uncertainty. apostropheless, it implies a promiscuous celebration of all forty-four—jefferson but also pierce, f.d.r. but also buchanan. to say nothing of the incumbent, of whom, perhaps, the less said the better. click the link in our bio to read more. illustration by tom bachtell.
Old movies are a recurring theme in the fiction of robert coover. his short story, “matinée,” evokes a number of film classics, including ”belle de jour,” “brief encounter,” “city lights,” and “jane eyre.” click the link in our bio to read it. illustration by jorge arevalo.
In daily shouts: @halliecantor and @j.a.k._ reimagine classic rom-coms for the trump era. here, “clueless”: instead of people being weirdly cool about cher crushing on her stepbrother, they’re weirdly cool about her crushing on her mega-rich dad. click the link in our bio to see more.