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The paint doesn’t come from one of those expensive, exclusive art supply stores. It comes from Lowe’s Home Improvement. Store #0780 in Homestead.

“I’m here almost every day, honestly,” artist Jesse Best says, grabbing a sample of Valspar's Gold Seal from the shelves. “...

August 21, 2018

Donnie Iris is sitting in what’s supposed to be his dressing room on the second floor of the Rivers Casino. Down the hall from the Grand View Buffet and a line of people waiting behind velvet ropes for the $14.99 crab legs. There are three full length mirrors pushed up...

August 3, 2018

The people are standing, sitting, heads down, waiting in line, eyes buried in iPhones. Dockers tucked into crisp blue Oxford button downs and rugby ties next to man buns and lip rings, neon yellow fake nails and plaid school uniforms. Black, white, fat, thin, in a rush...

July 8, 2018

“Tell me to be brave.”

Jarrell “The Samurai” Brackett is in the basement of the Priory Grand Hall on Pressley Street in the North Side of Pittsburgh. Sparring. Pacing. Praying. Purple mohawk. Fu man chu mustache. Mouth guard garbling his speech. Lime green Title boxing...

June 24, 2018

The guys are hanging out in the dressing room, the green room, the whatever room.  Donnie Iris, Dave Granati, Ricky Granati, Hermie Granati, and Joey Granati, occupying subterranean quarters underneath The Strand Theater in Zelienople, like, thirty minutes before their...

June 4, 2018

Kenny Chesney is at Heinz Field. White cowboy hat. Sleeveless shirt. Jeans. Leader of the “No Shoes Nation” and wearing two cowboy boots. Sweating. Singing. And totally pissing off the hospital security guards.

“I’d like to kick Kenny Chesney’s ass,” says one as he step...

May 29, 2018

“Are you getting too thin?” the agent asks from a small, windowless room, one of three in the office where beautiful faces hang, poster sized, all beaming, pouting, teasing. The only light is coming from an overhead, commercial grade fluorescent fixture and the walls a...

May 22, 2018

“Hel-lo!” sings the barista wearing the red tee shirt, straight, brunette hair, and sporadic ink on both arms as the guy in the black knit cap and white tee shirt walks in on a 72-degree day. Keys dangling from a belt loop on black jeans that are cuffed twice over a pa...

April 19, 2018

“Oh, they are getting me to Dallas,” she says, white earphones plugged into a black Samsung.

Because seriously, a windshield wiper motor? Like they couldn’t have figured out that was broken last night? When the plane landed and taxied over to Gate A9?

Please watch your s...

“Hey,” Joe Grushecky says, resting the Stratocaster on his knee as he picks up his iPhone, the one he just had to plug in because he has like, 12 percent of juice left. “Gimmie a minute here.”

All five of the Houserockers are crammed into Joffo’s old master bedroom. Str...

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by Kate Benz

Capturing a moment in time in our everyday lives. 

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