Iancu was “lucky.” His train traveled for only eight hours, but it was hellish enough. To avoid falling and being crushed or suffocated, one survivor said, he made benches of dead bodies and sat on them. One hundred and thirty-seven people were crammed into Iancu’s car. “The main thing,” Iancu told us, “was not to…
Nick was trying to cut a piece of squid with a butter knife in his right hand as he rocked our baby to sleep with his left while seated in a self-consciously hip tapas joint during a recent family vacation in Spain. “This is harder with a baby,” he said. “What is?” I said. “Life?”…
The needles go under the skin, into a layer of fat. Three times per week, for over a decade, Shirley had taken one of the pre-filled syringes from her refrigerator and injected her thighs. Then I met her. Doctors had given her a diagnosis of multiple sclerosis years earlier. The word crippled her. She’d stopped…
LOS ANGELES — Now that pop stars routinely fly their favorite ink masters around the world for personal appointments and stockbrokers plunk down thousands of dollars to get the Wall Street bull etched on their arms, it can be easy to forget the days when tattoos were still considered outlaw art. Freddy Negrete learned the…