Drew Zeiba

1 week ago | documentjournal.com | Drew Zeiba

For Document’s Spring/Summer 2025 issue, the actor and designer trace the transformative power of dress and drama Since debuting on-screen nine years ago as the lead in Ang Lee’s film about a celebrity soldier, Billy Lynn’s Long Walk, Trophée Chopard–winner Joe Alwyn has cemented himself as a versatile performer, adept at bringing complexity and dynamism to morally conflicted—or even ethically bereft—characters.

Jan 31, 2025 | documentjournal.com | Drew Zeiba

A party at Mood Ring launched the British poet and director’s latest book “The light is pinstriped and scarce / but your eyes see everything: / particles in the air—colliding nebulas, / the sandcastle in the centre of the dance.”Caleb Femi’s The Wickedest depicts a single night at a long-running house party in South London. Each poem is timestamped. Photos and diagrams interpenetrate.

Jan 9, 2025 | documentjournal.com | Drew Zeiba

The New York-based writer’s debut collection spans four centuries while traversing mysterious landscapes She was blasting toward the horizon, surpassing 210 miles per hour over the Southwest’s desert dust. The world shuddered. “The light that she saw on the horizon was bright white, but then it switched, flickered, and turned black.” Or was it both at once?

Jan 8, 2025 | documentjournal.com | Drew Zeiba

The photographer’s recent project asks how architecture shapes reality in an era of mass tourism and simulation The eternal city, the city of sin—one viewed as fixed for centuries, the other constantly being built, dismantled, and rebuilt. Each with their graveyards: of millenia-old societies, of outmoded neon signs. Rome and Las Vegas might form opposites in the everyday imaginary, but might they have more in common than the mere simulations of the Italian capital dotting the Strip?

Nov 27, 2024 | documentjournal.com | Drew Zeiba

On the heels of the National Book Awards announcements, columnist Drew Zeiba asks what prizes mean for publishing Dinner at The Odeon, obviously. Saskia is in town for the National Book Awards. Ædnan, a novel-in-verse by the Sámi author Linnea Axelsson, which she translated, is nominated. “My dad is coming, he’s going to be here for the little silver medal ceremony,” she says, using her hands to indicate a ribbon being set over her collarbones. “So you already know who’s won?” I ask.