Tennis Cuba A bright yellow house. The sun, the heat, of Cuba. White clothes, brown skin, black hair. Two anonymous boys hit a tennis ball. Tennis in Cuba a victim of the Castro revolution. Hardly anyone played it for years. A simple, stark net divides the painting in half. Shadows everywhere help block out the […]
“I feel very honored to be a part of his amazing work.”–Casper Ruud on David Yarrow’s photography. Yarrow’s Beasts: Spend 30 hours in the water with sharks. Follow polar bears from place to place. Study their habitat, their ways. Find the best place in the world to shoot them. All you need is black […]
Note: The vast majority of these words are those of Virginia Wade, taken directly from Virginia Wade’s much lengthier account of this day from her autobiography: Courting Triumph. Some words have been added, changed, or reshuffled for purposes of this piece. Wimbledon’s sixteen years, its fifteen failures. Those journalists had not written about me hundreds of times; They […]
“Should we drink to your birthday or to your panties?”* The question echoes in the crowded room. A courtroom, Tinling calls it. Later a judgement from one of the jurors: “You have brought sin and vulgarity into tennis.” Outside the war is over, but not its unisex trends. Unimaginative men are still in charge of […]