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Tennis Changed One Photographer's Relationship with His Hometown

Watching What I Can’t Have (A Hit)

Something to know about me in 2025 is that I’ve become the neighborhood voyeur. Four freshly renovated tennis courts opposite my apartment beckon me daily; a hooked index finger tempting me with good, honest time. An hour’s all I need to thrash about, try and prove something inconsequential to myself, defog the mirrors of my mind and leave a better woman. Only instead of playing, I watch. 

From the Magazine

A Beautiful Struggle

In art and tennis, rivalries can be a useful outlet for inner turmoil.

Tennis Is Not the Literary Sport

In his Essay on David Foster Wallace, John Jeremiah Sullivan flirts with a distortion of category

Tennis Lessons

Taffy Brodesser-Akner had resisted tennis her whole life and had finally found a way into it, found a way to be her own scrappy self among its inherent elitism

Seniors Rule!

The ladies playing at the highest levels of the “vintage” circuit are not to be trifled with.