“I like women who stub their lipstick smeared cigarettes out in uneaten fried eggs,” Miles Aldridge writes. “There’s something attractive about this kind of vile gesture… or is it just me?”
Striking, right? I’m pretty into the photos that accompany fiction in the New Yorker (my favorite subway read). Jessie Wender posted her top ten photographs, with quotes from the artists, that didn’t make it into an issue this year. This beauty is one on the list. Check out the slideshow here.