This past weekend, some friends and I travelled seven hours to southeastern Oregon to visit a tiny town called Plush with a population of forty people. Leaving the city, the roads got more and more empty until we could go hours without passing another car. The farther we drove, the taller the mountains became, and the more relaxed I got. I just think that there’s nothing more peaceful and calming than the open road.
"It’s about 4 o’clock on a Thursday, and a caftan-bedecked Karlie Kloss is perched on the edge of a gigantic, fuming volcano crater, her bare legs and feet dangling into the hazy void. 'Make it look more adventurous,' calls out Ryan McGinley, the photographer snapping her from an equally precarious spot on a nearby outcropping of rock. 'It’s pretty damn adventurous,' Kloss yells back.”
Karlie Kloss at Masaya Volcano National Park by Ryan McGinley for T, The New York Times Style Magazine