Julian Lucas
Staff Writer at The New Yorker
Editor at Large at Cabinet Magazine
Contributing Editor at The Ballot
staff writer @newyorker // edits @cabinetmagazine & @thedialmag // jes’ grew carrier
Articles
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1 week ago |
newyorker.com | Julian Lucas
He poured the paint in layers and combed through it with an Afro pick. Or he froze and shattered it, reassembling the shards into new wholes. Like an alchemist, he altered its consistency with precisely calibrated tinctures. Like a hoodoo man, he infused it with ash, blood, and fragments of bone. His studio on Lispenard Street, in Tribeca, was full of contraptions, and his notebooks boiled over with a mad scientist’s exuberance.
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1 week ago |
newyorker.com | Julian Lucas
The literary Profile comes into the world facing a double skepticism. Most people don’t care enough about books to read about authors—unlike, say, pop stars or tech titans. And those who do care often look down their noses at the genre, which Roland Barthes mocked as a relatable fantasy for middle-class readers anxious to be told that the great novelist enjoys “his pajamas and his cheeses,” too. Fiction, of course, is already based on ransacking everyday life.
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3 weeks ago |
businessandamerica.com | Julian Lucas
As Davis power-washed de Lavallade off the reusable screen, Simpson settled into an armchair and reached into her formidable black canvas tote. “You wanna see?” she asked, pulling out a slim package. Inside were five wallet-size photos, probably from the nineteen-thirties or forties, of a Black man in a three-piece suit trying out various expressions.
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1 month ago |
newyorker.com | Julian Lucas
Lorna Simpson found the meteorite on eBay. “It was for a great price,” she told me, declining to give the exact figure, though she later admitted that it had cost about six thousand dollars. The seller was “some guy upstate” who’d never listed anything comparable and provided no proof of its celestial provenance. But when it was finally delivered—to her airy studio in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, where I’d come to see her on a February afternoon—magnets clung to its dimpled surface.
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2 months ago |
rsn.org | Julian Lucas
Can librarians and guerrilla archivists save the country’s files from DOGE? The deletions began shortly after Donald Trump took office. C.D.C. web pages on vaccines, H.I.V. prevention, and reproductive health went missing. Findings on bird-flu transmission vanished minutes after they appeared. The Census Bureau’s public repository went offline, then returned without certain directories of geographic information.
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“People are comforted by a rendering of a figure. It satisfies a particular kind of desire around presence. For me? I like to complicate.” I profiled Lorna Simpson—artist, eBay fiend, and Brooklyn institution—for @NewYorker’s centenary issue on NYC https://t.co/AyiCPuTvVu