PinnedJohn SevignyA photographer kidnapped in Mexico, part 1The cartilage that connects my sternum and ribs is swollen and the pain shoots straight through to my spine — the result of having the…Feb 7, 20191Feb 7, 20191
John SevignyCountless South Americans headed to the United States pass through GuatemalaGuatemala City — By now, the path between Caracas and Nuevo Laredo, Bogota and Juarez, Cartagena and Matamoros is well worn by the many…Oct 22, 2022Oct 22, 2022
John SevignyBoxing, trauma and moving forwardLast night, while enjoying an espresso, I sat down to watch old boxing matches. It’s been one of my great loves since I lived in New York…Mar 20, 2022Mar 20, 2022
John SevignyOn Canvas, Authority Unleashed: Caravaggio’s Taking of ChristIn 2002, I spent a night in jail after getting swept up in a raid on a tiny Mexican cantina. It was not the first or last time I was…Feb 21, 2021Feb 21, 2021
John SevignyIn Retrospect: David Wojnarowicz’ buffalo photographOne of the most powerful protest photographs taken during Ronald Reagan’s corrupt and nationally senile 1980s is not documentary in nature…Feb 19, 2021Feb 19, 2021
John SevignyFire from Heaven: a book of photographs by John SevignyWhen I sat down to compile and design Fire from Heaven, my third publication of photographs, I wanted to make a book that looked nothing…Apr 29, 2019Apr 29, 2019
John SevignyA photographer kidnapped in Mexico, part threeDawn arrived like a gray, contaminated tide, and brought in new men who nudged us awake with kicks and gun barrels. My friend later told…Feb 28, 2019Feb 28, 2019
