The New Yorker goes for baroque. (Bruce Gilden)

We found this by accident, skimming languidly through an old copy of The New Yorker on a weekend (as one is wont to do) in search of any articles we may have deemed "passable" the first time around. How we could have ever thought that of Tad Friend's piece on future director/former gang leader Elgin James is beyond us. It's truly quite something, and contains the best use of "baroque," "DustBuster," and "human thighbone" in the same sentence.

We managed to take a screenshot and highlight the relevant part for you:


Yes. Perfect.