From The New Yorker:
Far more affection than angst figures in the adolescent wasteland where the eighteen-year-old photographer Colin Combs portrays his friends, most of them high-school seniors from Dayton, Ohio. Combs’s home town is sometimes called the heroin capital of the United States. His mother, a respiratory therapist, has stories of patients who have overdosed or suffered from trafficking; his father, a car salesman, speaks warily of a gas station near his workplace that attr...
Published on March 07, 2018 01:09