There is no bird’s-eye. No score or succinct way to capture just how heavily this year has pressed against us. A year marked by a global pandemic, and then a summer of grieving, anger, uprising. The extraordinary work of the Movement for Black Lives and Black Lives Matter emptied us from our homes in isolation and into the streets, to fight against white supremacy, anti-Black racism, anti-trans violence, and police brutality. True allyship requires a spectrum of work, of meeting this moment at every level: from local to global, from individual to structural.
And so, there is no recap—just more work to be done. Hindsight reveals history’s irreparable blind spots, and time and again, what is exposed in crisis is only exposed to those who were not paying attention. How will we carry these urgencies into the new year? These generative connections, the mutual aid, these meditations in an emergency? Art, we know, is congenital to unrest, and vision requires voices who are courageous— those propellent points of view that recast the way forward, long overdue.
For our third issue of the magazine, we decided to focus on just that, starting with our cover star: the playwright and polymath, Jeremy O. Harris, whose productions of Slave Play and Daddy have left his audiences and critics not merely enraptured, but hooked on how Harris makes it hard to watch—how he challenges whiteness, straightness, privilege, and the so-called immunity of goodwill. For any writer, much less one so early in his career, to receive this level of acclaim, is remarkable. As Doreen St. Félix writes— her conversation with Harris is winding, intimate, witty—“Harris has become, and maybe defined, for this new century, a category of cultural celebrity.” This is a sentiment St. Félix is not disapproving of, but rather, a sentiment that confirms Harris’ variegated and won- derfully recusant pursuits. Harris, St. Félix notes, is a muse who “remains in utter control of his phenomenon.” Who else can claim to have held the curtain for his critically acclaimed Broadway premiere, so as to ensure Rihanna had arrived? Who else seems to approach his projects with the same unlikely, brazen curation? Harris has brokered production and distribution deals with A24 and HBO, become a muse for Gucci and Bode, establishing himself as a star rising between the establishment and the vanguards. As Harris shares with St. Félix, “I do sometimes wish that I could have had a more graceful entrance into the world, but I also don’t know that I would've gotten the things out of my twenties that I wanted.” Harris’ sensitivities are grand, his seeking, accelerated. His style, aureate and always personal—and testified by Nigerian-British photographer Ruth Ossai, whose portraits of Harris for this issue lay hold of his contemplative regality, his sublime-easy in shorts, a skirt, lace and leather.
It’s for all these reasons (and more), that the inaugural SSENSE WORKS collection— set to launch this month—is proud to feature Harris’ design concept and vision. Inspired by the Black writers and artists who are a source of joy and of heritable agency like Zora Neale Hurston, Ethel Waters, painter Jacob Lawrence, and the photography of Carl Van Vechten, along with his friends and collaborators, like Janicza Bravo and Tyler Mitchell, the collection captures Harris’ rich, prismatic style, as well as the intimacy of his words: text from an unreleased work will be stitched throughout select garments. In essence, this collection is a further study of Harris’ approach to invention: building towards the future as a matter of paying tribute to and examining the past. These personal histories and where we come from speak to harmonies-yet-possible, and in Harris’ world, are not just essential, but romantic.
This issue furthers that thinking with contributions from Pulitzer Prize-winning writer, critic, and curator, Hilton Als, who shares a memory from a summer long ago, about the people we’ve left behind but love forever. There’s also a profile of Democratic socialist candidate running for Pennsylvania State Senate, Nikil Saval, whose roots in design have informed the collective power of his political platform. Beautiful fashion editorials for Bottega Veneta, Gucci, and emerging New York brand, Commission, capture our logic for deep interiority as it collides with reverie and our relationship to the outside, and a 1995 essay by Jamaica Kincaid, seizes Kincaid’s timeless clinic (and cleverness) at administering the necessary art of Becoming. Finally, a collection of letters, addressed to the future, from creative voices in our community who reflect on this particularly historic crossroads, where deliberating on what’s next is best described as a dead heat between hope and the unequaled, sometimes terrifying unknown.
Each page of this issue was created from the ground up, designed to be held in your hands and revisited as a document that is incomplete yet expectant in its purpose. The stories provide a view for looking backwards and forwards. And isn’t that the point? To pay attention, listen, and record as a means for future retrieval.
Durga Chew-Bose
Editor-In-Chief