Category Archives: Photo Essays

The Walls Come Crumbling Down


Text by Katy McCarthy | Photos by Andrew Wilkinson It was difficult enough to harness my limited focus in High School with sturdy walls around me. I did my learning at New Technology High, a […]

The Anonymous People


Text by Daryl Khan | Photos by Robert Stolarik EAST HARTFORD, Conn. — On a recent grey Saturday morning, a quiet fell over the sparse audience seated in a vocational school assembly hall as Kimberly […]

The Kids for Cash Scandal


Text by Daryl Khan | Photos by Robert Stolarik WILKES-BARRE, Pa. — After a few beers one evening in the mid-1960s, Mark Ciavarella, in high school at the time and applying the kind of inexplicable […]

Hurting in Harlem


Text by Daryl Khan | Photos by Robert Stolarik The killing of 18-year-old Tayshana Murphy on an early morning in 2011 has led to a series of retaliatory beatings, stabbings and shootings between the Manhattanville […]

White House Boys


Text by James Swift | Photos by Daniel LeClair MARIANNA, Fla. — The Florida School for Boys housed kids for six decades before Michael Tucker was sent there. An “incorrigible youth,” Tucker arrived at the […]

Sandy Hook One Year Later


Text by Daryl Khan | Photos by Robert Stolarik NEWTOWN, Conn. — Nearly one year after the massacre at Sandy Hook Elementary School, the town has struggled to reclaim its identity as a quaint New […]

In and Out of the Boxing Ring, Two Men Confront Very Different Demons


Text by Daryl Khan | Photos by Robert Stolarik On a bitterly cold winter January morning in 2008, Adam Friedman and Alvin Valentine, friends and co-workers, climbed into a Brooklyn boxing ring and proceeded to […]

Young Incarcerated Photographers Make Magic in Photos


Text by Katy McCarthy | Photos by AS 220 Participants How do you make magic in a place where there is none? In Rhode Island a photography program inside of a youth detention center is […]

From Russia & Ukraine, Police & the Young They Brutalize


Text by Katy McCarthy | Photos by Donald Weber I have made the most miserable flipbook. Using the arrow keys on my computer, I am clicking through three images of a young woman being interrogated. […]