Virtually Everything

To digitize a library is a monumental task, and we’re just getting started.

A 35mm Kodak slide is a picture of a picture. On the first floor of Street Hall, Yale’s Slide Collection houses 320,000 pictures of other pictures. To hold them necessitates a library like a varnished jungle, a fortress of solid chest-high apothecary cabinets stocking hundreds of sleek beechwood drawers, each the width of a baby’s fist. Scanned from left to right, the labels read like obtuse verse: Abbot-Ayston Bacon-Bacon Bevan-Blake 1 But at 11 am on a rainy weekday, not many people are here to. . . Read more
Adriane Quinlan
Shots in the Dark

Hidden saints in New Haven’s urban landscape.

Saint icons have been reproduced over and over in the last two millennia for many reasons: to glorify a religious belief, to establish a local identity, to rally masses, to assert authority, to claim authenticity, to protest, and to sell cards with prayers on the back on the subway. Each reproduction reaffirms the mysterious power of these images and the most interesting reproductions transform their meaning. I wanted to explore the appearance of saints in the contemporary urban landscape of New Haven, from the Virgen. . . Read more
Noah Dobin-Bernstein
Labors of Love

Midwives deliver in New Haven’s baby business.

In December 2004, Teri Stone-Godena and three other midwives gathered in a New Haven home to do what they do best: deliver a baby. The set-up was markedly different from the cramped hospital room most people believe to be the most suitable place for a woman to give birth. Instead of disconnected P.A. announcements, the only background noise was the low murmur of the midwives’ voices. Instead of neutral beige walls and tackily upholstered chairs, the mother-to-be, Arianna Stein, was surrounded by the familiar comforts. . . Read more
Helen Eckinger
The Yale Woman

Searching for a Yale-approved paradigm of the modern woman.

Ken was a handsome executive- type. He drove a red Corvette and took care of Barbie, who arranged playdates for Skipper and Stacey, adored her baby, Polly Pocket, and fussed with her jumpers and up-dos at least three times daily. As a little girl, I modeled my dolls’ family after my real one. My dad is a handsome executive-type, and my mother’s a gem like Barbie, who is fun, helpful, and employed exclusively as a mother. You might call her a “homemaker,” but I prefer. . . Read more
Romy Drucker
Country Kitchen

Chefs mimic the taste of the old world in the new.

Comfort food, the bites of Americana typically associated with home, wields tremendous nostalgic power; the desire to return to the figurative womb of one’s childhood kitchen is so potent, there are programs on the Food Network extolling the virtue of grits and chic New York eateries soliciting twenty-dollar meatloaf. But here in New Haven, a small but diverse community, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, apple pie, and burgers fail to represent the diversity of the population. While a native New Englander salivates at the memory. . . Read more
Mina Kimes
Bodies of Art

Like the red star on his neck, Steve’s other tattoos—or “tats”—recall details of his life.

I was walking down Chapel Street one day two years ago,” Steve Maler explains to me at The Edge Tattoo Parlor, which borders the New Haven Green. “And I thought, ‘I need to get a red star tattooed on my neck.’ So I walked in here, and this guy Jeffrey gave me the star, and we became good friends.” Steve is 26, white, and remarkably tall and thin. When he walks, he floats, leaning forward a bit and striding slowly. The Adam’s apple on his. . . Read more
Emily Kopley