media blogs
photo blogs
Rose & Olive
Houston neighbors pull back the curtains and expose each other’s lives.
Scanner
Your daily cup of WTF?
Date Machine
Putting your baggage to good use.
The Modern Materialist
Almost everything you want.
Autumn Sonnichsen
A fashionable L.A. photo editor exploring all manner of hyper-sexual
girls down south.
ScreenGrab
The Nerve Film Blog
Chase
The creator of Supercult.com poses his pretty posse.
The Remote Island
Nerve's TV blog.
61 Frames Per Second
Smarter gaming.
ScreenGrab
The Nerve Film Blog
Slice
Each month a new artist; each image a new angle. This month: M. Sharkey.
Paper Airplane Crush
A San Francisco photographer on the eternal search for the girls of summer.
Brandonland
A California boy in L.A. capturing beach parties, sunsets and
plenty of skin.
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Derrick Sanskrit,
Design Intern
derrick(at)nerve.com |
Derrick Sanskrit was born and raised on Long Island, New York. The
Rick Rubin/Busta Rhymes part of Long Island, not the Martha Stewart/P.
Diddy part. Despite his slovenly appearance and shaggy hair, Derrick
claims to care about fashion and style. He is a self-professed geek in
a variety of fields including typography, graphic design, comic books,
music and cartoons. He has terrible posture and icy blue eyes. |
Billy Gray,
Editorial Intern
billy(at)nerve.com |
Billy Gray was raised in the gin-soaked, Cheever-esque wilds of Westchester County. A movie buff, his Harvard thesis research entailed little more than video store late fees in its investigation of the 1980s John Hughes canon. He is a retired swimmer whose proudest achievement in the sport was prank calling Michael Phelps about a failed drug test. His current fitness regime includes climbing the stairs of his East Village walk-up.
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Anna Leuchtenberger,
Editorial Intern
anna(at)nerve.com |
Anna Leuchtenberger was found sleeping in a field almost a quarter-century ago, covered in lapis and lotus petals. As the cops arrived with their dogs and boots, an image of a pale, fragile city appeared above the clouds to the east, and was visible to all for eight minutes. Anna covered herself in book ink for eighteen years, then went to Oberlin College and covered herself with wild conversation, music, and semi-improvised theater. At one point, she led a stalwart band of 30 to write, produce, direct, and act a weekly hour-long noir radio show. After graduation, she took a GPS device, a tent, some musical instruments and her car, and was gone for three months. She arrived in New York with a degree in Creative Writing, and is learning her virtues and vices.
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