The Singaporean photographer Nguan spent a decade capturing New York via the Staten Island ferry.

The mid-century publications didn’t need to announce themselves as gay, even if they had been able to. Their readers understood the necessity of balancing discretion and seduction.

Jeff Bark’s elaborately composed scenes channel sundered American fantasies. They also function as personal folklore.

As the transatlantic alliance falters, a major exhibition of U.S. photography offers Europeans a dizzying array of perspectives.

Cig Harvey’s “Emerald Drifters” is a rallying cry to exist in our bodies.