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Trickier, faster, and lower: the softest surface in tennis is also the hardest to master. Grass demands an astonishing interplay of explosive power and grace: a balance all four athletes masterfully display; a spectacle for the eyes. Call it a flight, a dance, or “just” a rally, these images celebrate the spectacle of footwork on tennis’s classiest courts: West Kensington’s Queen’s.

Your bag is closer to a clown car than tennis gear. A vehicle for getting your trickery from A to B, before you park her on the sidelines so the real work can happen. The bag you bring to court exists on a scale of form and function for which you are the architect.

"As the observer, it’s respecting those unseen acts of perseverance. I don’t know what it’s like to be in their shoes. But my effort to honor it is to document these moments of power and grace, preserving them in time."

Roland-Garros isn’t just a tennis tournament—it’s a style summit masquerading as sport.

Whether you’re attending the US Open or killing it on your local court, our annual Summer Must-Have list goes beyond the basics. We’ve rounded up the best in fashion, wellness, and accessories to bring your warm-weather play to the next level.

Upsets, triumphs, sartorial hits and misses—and a bonus little coaches corner. What ELSE can you possibly ask for from this, our first show grappling with Roland Garros (as Charles Barkley refuses to call it). Buckle up, helmets on, let's get into it.

I looked out at the courts, and what did I see but 30 kids, under the age of ten, dressed in tennis gear, sitting in a circle, legs crossed, eyes closed, meditating. 

Welcome to Racquet’s inaugural dispatch of See You In Court, a regular column in which I, Mel Kenny, a famously mediocre lifelong player, heed reader questions about tennis.

Photographer Nikolaj Møller was in two of the right places (the Italian Open and St. Peter's Square) at exactly the right time, and described the scenes for Racquet.

We ask the eminent and the imminent for their takes on the greatest things they’ve ever seen on a court, and damned if they don’t deliver—each and every one. The first in what will likely become a very long, storied series is by broadcaster, former pro and absolute national treasure Mary Carillo. Hers might just be the greatest of the Greatest.

Tennis Changed One Photographer's Relationship with His Hometown

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.