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It's January 22, just another quiet Thursday afternoon at the Philadelphia Independence Mall, when a clattering sound fills the air. This isn’t the ordinary clamor of Philadelphia construction or the rumble of traffic: it’s the sound of federal agents prying a monument off the side of the President’s House.
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Let’s be clear, there is nothing wrong with seeing a headlining artist at Union Transfer or The Filmore, but your Philly music–going experience should absolutely not (and doesn’t have to) be defined by these $100 ticket, once–every–few–months, 6–foot–WWE—wrestler—man–blocking–your–view–in–GA experiences. Even more, you don’t need a pretentious music nerd to tell you to go see Oklou or Dave at these venues. What this pretentious music nerd hopefully can provide you with is a few lesser–known venues, upcoming Philly artists, and some Philly music repertoire with better–known music you may not have known had origins in the City of Brotherly Love. This way, instead of taking your S/O to bot out in the GA section of a Lorde concert, you can have that experience and impress them with a smaller, more intimate, and interesting show.
In an interview with Apple Music, Harry Styles described his newest record, Kiss all the time. Disco, Occasionally. as a search for music that makes being on stage feel like being in the middle of the dance floor. As it turns out, Styles’ time on Europe’s dance floors in between Harry’s House and Kissco was more contemplative than sweaty—the carefully placed “Occasionally” in his new album’s title should have let us know that it wouldn’t be a full–out dance record. The album is a sobering check–in with Styles, seeing him take inspiration from electronic artists like LCD Soundsystem and Floating Points. But instead of chasing the ecstatic highs of his disco and techno influences, Styles wields them in his simultaneous questioning of and indulgence in self–mythological nostalgia. Though he attempts to interrogate the emotional bankruptcy involved in being a teen girl heartthrob ever since One Direction, Styles seems out of place and unconvincing in his new meditative persona.
Where were you when Clavicular ran into a frat leader at Arizona State University and got brutally frame–mogged by him?
The air inside the Pennsylvania Convention Center is warm in a way that feels suspicious for late winter. Street Photo Editor Connie Zhao and I spill out from SEPTA platforms alongside tens of thousands of other flower enthusiasts, all surging towards the flower show. We step into the constructed spring, and, as I hear Indila’s “Love Story” playing, I feel like I’ve wandered into the secret garden.
I got my first tattoo last summer. A simple one, referencing a Walt Whitman poem on the back of my arm, but it’s enough to strike up a conversation anytime it’s hot enough for me to wear short sleeves. And now that conversation will follow me to the ends of the earth, or at least until I get sick of teenage decisions and save up for a coverup.
I see my roommates naked pretty often.
The trip to visit my grandmother almost didn’t happen. Before we even boarded the plane to Chongqing, China, I came down with an eye infection from my ortho–k contacts and couldn’t be exposed to light for more than five seconds without my eyes watering. Ma and I debated cancelling the trip, but I was firm about wanting to see my grandmother. Eventually, Ma gave in.
Amidst upheavals in Philly’s film scene caused by the rise of streaming and COVID–19, independent cinema screeners in the city have carved out an important role for themselves, one that streaming can never fully replicate. By screening rare, experimental, and topical films, they have managed to foster a sense of community through collective viewing.
By senior year, time at Penn starts to feel fragile—like something you could misplace if you aren’t careful. Stephanie Skinner (W ’26) handles it differently than most. Every commitment lives inside a meticulously color–coded Google Calendar, each day planned down to the minute. On paper (or a computer screen), her life reads like the kind of LinkedIn bio that makes you wonder if you have been misusing your own 24 hours. As a senior at the Wharton School, she finds a way to juggle Quaker Girls practice, mentorship, community service initiatives, and, most recently, being the titleholder of Miss Philadelphia as part of the Miss America Opportunity program.
Content warning: This article contains mentions of suicide, suicidal ideation, and drug usage.
Bloodlust hangs in the air as Zedekiah Montanez begins his walk into the ring at XFinity Mobile Arena. It’s a homecoming of sorts for him. Last January, in his debut as a bare–knuckle fighter, Montanez squared off against fellow lightweight Brandon Meyer in a fight that would end sooner rather than later. Just 30 seconds into the second round, Montanez took a brutal left hook to the jaw that slammed him down to the canvas, ending the match. But fortune (and the higher–ups at the Bare Knuckle Fighting Championship) had smiled upon him, granting him a rematch with Meyer at Philadelphia’s KnuckleMania VI, the Super Bowl of the bare–knuckle world.
If you’ve taken a trek through fashion TikTok lately, you’d know all too well that thinness is back again. On my “For You” page, women dance in low–rise jeans, shake in bodycon dresses, and lace up their corsets so tight that their waists look carved into their body. K–pop idols take the stage in micro mini skirts and bolero tops, while fans dissect the suitability of their styling to their body type. Even among high fashion, a Vogue Business report showed that 97.18% of models in Spring/Summer 2026 fashion weeks were “very small” (size 0–4). Out of 9,038 analyzed looks, only 2.0% featured “regular–sized” models, while 0.9% were “plus–size” (size 14+).
Being online used to be a form of escape from the physical body. In chatrooms and early virtual worlds, identities could be flattened into usernames and molded into customizable avatars. For most people, it was a space free from the physical conditions that govern the world and our bodies.
With the rise of streaming services, attention has become the most valuable currency in film, and familiarity is often the safest investment. So, producers and directors turn to elements other than a brand–new story to make a film stand out: star studded casts, hybrid genres, or even the nostalgia of a legacy sequel.
Pencils down, robes on. During the break of a life drawing session, Danny Ramirez—a freelance model based in Philadelphia—walks around the studio looking at versions of themself. They’ve been modeling for seven years—long enough to know what to look for in a drawing.
Legacy. In the hip hop scene, most fans and critics agree that’s pretty much all that matters–your music and your memory are all that survive you, and death is likely much closer to your favorite rapper than the average citizen. Jermaine Lamar Cole—J.Cole to the world—has been wrestling with this reality for 39 years and intends to be survived by one final album.
What happens when the architect of “brat summer” turns her attention to 19th–century misery? The result is an irresistible but radically inaccurate treat where Charli xcx’s and Emerald Fennel’s creative minds merge. On Wuthering Heights, Charli xcx trades sweaty club floors for windswept moors, and in the process, proves that obsessive love sounds surprisingly good with a bass drop.
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