A serious golfer, artist Charles McGill knows from bad lies. In 1997, he photographed himself playing through a vacant lot in Harlem, firing off elegant fades amid blowing trash, shattered bricks, and rusting rebar. A few years later, his job at the Westchester Country Club inspired a pitch for a line of golf equipment aimed at a new generation of black activists he considered a little too comfortable with the status quo: "Why be on the front line when you can be on the front nine?... More >>>