In one of the best magazine stories of the year, David Samuels embeds with a Cali pot dealer and his different “scenes” for the New Yorker. I love that this was cool with the editors:
Water pipes were passed around, and everyone got high. After four hits on Nick’s bong, the slogans on the refrigerator started to vibrate with uncommon significance.
The whole story is worth reading. And Samuels deserves a National Mag Award nomination. Guy spent six months reporting this one…
The New Yorker is taking an increasingly liberal approach to covering pot and potheads. Remember the blunt-in-hand Weezy pic (see below) that ran as a full page last year? It was the first time the magazine had ever run a picture of someone smoking weed. Now Samuels writes 8000-plus words and is admittedly stoned during much of the second half of the story.
First time New Yorker ever ran a pot smoking pic, Lil Wayne from last year…
SUBSCRIBE TO RSS
July 23rd, 2008 at 1:26 pm
this is easily one of my favorite stories of the year. i like the top right pic