Photo: Kate Thompson of tattoo artist Amy Black

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Into: Richmond

 

The river city

Our second volume is devoted to Richmond, Virginia, a place with a charged history and a fast-changing present. Grit and charm abound—think Civil War monuments and 1800s row houses, but also street art, tattoos, and avant-garde cuisine. The James River cuts through it all, stitched together by bridges. Maybe that’s the best way to describe this city: a bridge between past and future, transformation roiling just below.

 
 

Contributors

 

Andrea Donnelly >
Artist

Celeste Lipkes >
Writer

Christian Detisch
Writer

Darlene Anita Scott >
Writer

Dean King >
Writer

Douglas Powell (Roscoe Burnems) >
Writer

Ethan Hickerson >
Photographer

Hillary Waters Fayle >
Artist

Jack Lawrence
Artist

Jason Pevey >
Photographer

Jim Maris >
Artist

Joanna S. Lee >
Writer

John S. Blake >
Writer

Joshua Poteat
Writer

Justin Tran >
Illustrator/Artist

Kate Thompson >
Photographer

Laura Benys
Writer

Leigh Suggs >
Artist

Lindsay Cowles >
Artist/Decorative Arts Designer

Marleigh Culver >
Artist

Meagan Abell >
Photographer

Nils Westergard >
Artist

Noah Scalin >
Artist

Patrick Dacey >
Writer

Richard Roth >
Artist

Ron Smith >
Writer

Sonya Clark >
Artist

Terry Brown >
Photographer

Skirven & Croft >
Illustrator/Art Director

Tracey St. Peter >
Artist

Valley Haggard >
Writer

Virginia Sasser >
Artist

 
 
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The city records its sins in leftover road salt and the slow decay of brick; disguises them in roundabouts and cobblestone and progress, balls them in its fist and hurls them riverward.

—Joanna S. Lee
“As Sirens Sing Us to Sleep,” Into: Richmond

 
 
 
 
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Sometimes a loner will pass the back fences, returning from a late shift or a drunken night. Once, a woman in a silver dress carrying her heels in her left hand stopped at the side street. I watched her bend down and scratch her leg and when she rose up, she saw me and lifted her shoes in the air and I waved to her and she walked on.

—Patrick Dacey
“Mornings in the Fan,” Into: Richmond