DIY terrariums! Outrageous outfits! Jesus mixing electronica! Last week the ICA celebrated a new season of art installations with a magical mid–winter party. Street hit the galleries to check out the artwork. But mostly to see what all of the beautiful people in attendance had to say.
The sexiest art form is also the hardest to master. In honor of Valentine’s Day, Arts went to the home of Penn's pick–up artists (read: Smokes') to see what worked, what fell flat and what the fuck. Van Gogh cut off his ear and gave it to a prostitute in a declaration love; here's how you all did it instead.
This week, Arts hung out with Penn's fine artists to see what got their hearts beating. Inspired by everything from a mom to an ex to a burrito, these six student artists painted a diverse portrait of the meaning of love.
Last Saturday, I headed off campus to catch the Mask and Wig Show’s “A Comedy of Terrors.” Looking to switch up my Saturday night routine, I was keen to replace the drama of Greek life with, you know, actual drama.
Each semester little Wharton boys and girls gather round
Huntsman to interview for OCR (on–campus recruiting). It’s just like Christmas
only this time the rules are reversed—the NAUGHTY boys and girls get the presents,
namely, the $20,000 stipends in New York.
In its most basic sense, Les Fumeurs is a black and white film showing individual portraits of fifteen people smoking cigarettes. As the sitters are alone onscreen and in their private moments, each person’s smoking tics and idiosyncrasies become clear. They smoke at their own pace, until they finish. And one by one they leave the shot, and their picture disappears.
“A First Course in Probability by Sheldon Ross, 9th Edition.” It checks all the boxes of a pain–in–the–ass textbook: 1) It’s required. 2) The one–month–old 9th edition invalidates the 8th edition that everyone from last semester’s class is trying to sell. 3) On Campus Express it’s $194.
Enough is enough. I'm finding a reasonably priced textbook, damnit.