A profile of Werner Herzog.

A profile of Andrej Pejic, a model who walks the runway in both men and women’s clothing.

For even a moderately vain female, spending time with Pejic is like losing a race to someone who’s not even running: If he were not a man, he would be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in the flesh—which, in his case, is flawless and poreless and has an English-rose luster.

The case against agriculture.

A year with an autistic 20-year-old.

A profile of Bob Fishman, the impresario of CBS’s NFL production crew.

The tiny, insular Tehran rap scene.

For a half-century fires have burned under Centralia, PA.

On the rise of DIY genetic engineering.

Perpetually reinvented through experimental chemistry, manufactured in Asian mills, packaged in foil with names like White Slut Concentrated and Charley Sheene for use as “hookah cleaner,” distributed in college town head shops, snorted and injected by hardened addicts and high school thrill seekers alike, bath salts may be the strangest and most volatile American drug craze since crack. And they’re (quasi) legal.

Why last night’s chicken made you sick.

The story of a broken neighborhood.

Stuart Redus and Fernando Torres were left for dead.

An oral history of Air Force One on September 11th.

“A love letter to my new country.”

“Do you think you’re talking to a normal person here?”

“I underwent, during the summer that I became fourteen, a prolonged religious crisis. I use “religious” in the common, and arbitrary, sense, meaning that I then discovered God, His saints and angels, and His blazing Hell. And since I had been born in a Christian nation, I accepted this Deity as the only one. I supposed Him to exist only within the walls of a church—in fact, of our church—and I also supposed that God and safety were synonymous.”

A new kind of late capitalism.

Twenty years later, the author looks back.

Jaimee was beloved. Jaimee was struggling. And then Jaimee was gone.

How Jim Hayes blew it all.

Two people went for a hike on the Appalachian Trail. Only one made it out.

Turns out animal intelligence is not so different from our own.

Being pregnant again means being willing to end it.

What happens when America’s darkest crime writer sees the light?

Where Big Tech goes to ask deep questions.