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(03/21/25 4:00am)
Forget the big–box stores and cookie–cutter chains: Philly’s shopping gems are for those with a little grit and a lot of personality. For too long, this city has been treated like New York’s scrappier little sister or Los Angeles’ moody East Coast cousin, but anyone paying attention knows Philly has always had an edge. It’s found in the thrifted leather jackets on South Street, the minimalist–chic boutiques in Old City, the streetwear hubs in Fishtown, and the avant–garde designers quietly building cult followings. Philly style is less about chasing trends and more about confidence—pulling off the unexpected, mixing grit with glamour, and never trying too hard. So, if you’re looking for places that get that, start here: a roundup of the best spots proving that Philly is, and always has been, fashion–forward in its own way.
(03/28/25 4:00am)
Questions about pragmatism have, for a long time, plagued the humanities. Fields such as English and fine arts have historically been intertwined with the “starving artist” trope—the image of someone willing to give up their financial wellbeing for the pursuit of creative passion. Meanwhile, internet videos of graduates of New York University’s Gallatin School of Individualized Study have recently gone viral, with users mocking the practicality of their self–designed humanities majors. In response to BA concentrations such as “Art as a Social Mechanism” and “Care Politics,” some social media users commented on the unemployment and debt that the graduates would face, while others simply called NYU Gallatin a “clown school.”
(03/21/25 4:00am)
It’s below 20 degrees and my toes are freezing. Grey, the small guard kitty, sits outside the Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club stables of Strawberry Mansion, next to a bag of carrots dropped off that morning for the horses. There’s hay on the ground, horses shuffling in their stalls, and Jake, the club’s new pony–sized puppy, is bolting around the property.
(02/24/25 5:00am)
Welcome to this week's Street Sweeper!
(02/26/25 9:56pm)
I watched Babygirl the way God (A24) intended—through some grainy, shaky, likely–illegal cam coverage. The latest entry in A24’s unhinged female protagonist cinematic universe, Babygirl isn’t a girlboss redemption arc or a carefully crafted feminist statement. It’s about a woman in free fall, clinging to whatever scraps of control and validation she can find. If the 2010s gave us the “cool girl” (Gone Girl) and 2020 gave us “girlboss” (Promising Young Woman), we are now deep into feral goblin woman cinema, where the messiness is not just emotional but physical, visceral, and deeply uncomfortable.
(04/24/25 8:53pm)
Luxury is only getting more expensive. And for a long time, it defied the basic laws of ECON 0100: As prices rose, so did demand.
(03/02/25 11:54pm)
There’s a problem in the Philly art scene: Emerging artists have few places to show their work. Divided between DIY spaces focused mostly on giving support to their friends and community and established commercial galleries with an already strong roster, it can feel like Philly just isn’t a welcoming city for artists establishing long–lasting careers in the art world.
(02/28/25 5:21am)
Sitting at the very heart of the business school in Steinberg–Dietrich Hall, Yazmin Wu (W ‘25) is a multifaceted presence in Wharton’s dynamic college environment. You've heard of Wharton cohorts, Wharton Latino, the WH1010 TA community, and maybe even the Wharton Sports Business Club. But do you know anyone who is not only involved in these communities, but actively shaping every one of them? Allow us to introduce you to Yazmin Wu.
(02/23/25 6:37pm)
'Trojan Horse' begins with some ominous whistling. A man is taking a cart to the export hall, and The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald is setting the tone for the rest of the episode.
(02/23/25 6:36pm)
The episode kicks off with that dolly zoom that we’ve all come to know and love, flipping a switch on Irving Bailiff and turning him into Irving B.
(02/23/25 6:36pm)
I’m only being a little dramatic when I say that Severance should get an Emmy for best editing for the last two minutes of season two, episode three alone.
(02/23/25 6:36pm)
The second episode answers some of my questions, and asks a lot more. It kicks off right where the first season ended, with Mark interrupting a book party his sister, Devon (Jen Tullock), and his brother–in–law, Ricken, were hosting, shouting that Gemma is alive.
(02/21/25 2:56am)
Leo Biehl (C ‘25) meets us at the corner. The entrance to his house is a bit hidden, he explains, and it’s always easier to just show people the way. He’s wearing a blue button–up and dark denim jeans, well styled in their similarity while avoiding a Canadian tuxedo. Inside, the ceilings are high, and the floors are akin to a basketball court. It used to be an old gymnasium but has since been converted into a three–bedroom unit. He offers a drink before sitting down at the wooden kitchen table. Leo is just as comfortable here at home as he would be at Clark Park’s Saturday morning farmers market, at a coffee shop in Vietnam, or serving orange chicken in Santa Cruz, Calif.
(02/28/25 1:17am)
Awards shows care about being cared about.
(02/21/25 6:52am)
It’s getting late in the evening, but Aaron Jones (C ‘25) has a ways to go before he can call it a night. He’s rehearsing and re–rehearsing every move in the dance studio until each step, twirl, and gesture is etched into his memory. Aaron isn’t the only one toiling away. As a new member of the band Penn Sargam, Raghav Gopalakrishnan (W ‘28) is knee–deep in the process of adding his clarinet to the group’s rendition of the latest pop hits.
(03/23/25 4:17pm)
In the pantheon of social media iconography, one big–headed girl stands out: the work of Yoshitomo Nara. Perhaps you don’t recognize his name, but Nara’s work of indifferent cherubic girls, simply drawn dogs, and emphatic text has stamped itself on our teenage and young–adult hearts. He’s everywhere—our profile pictures, our clothes, as designs on nails, on our bodies. Nara’s works are images that move us on a daily basis and exhibit the everyday translation of an internet obsession to a symbol for our personalities and lives. What’s most unique and enduring about Generation Z’s love for Nara is not just in visits to galleries and exhibitions: It’s how he influences our style.
(02/21/25 3:20am)
On June 24, 2022, a landmark United States Supreme Court ruling overturned what was once a symbol of the protection of private rights for many: Roe v. Wade. This 1973 case legalized abortion before the fetus was viable, making it a critical centerpiece of the reproductive rights movement.
(03/21/25 4:00am)
I thought I was going to see Natural Wonder Beauty Concept. During my first week alone in London, I figured the subdued soundscapes of Ana Roxanne and DJ Python would calm my nerves, surrounded by other artsy folks in their Institute of Contemporary Arts. However, due to my inexperience with the building and some very stern bouncers, I ended up at something even more pretentious: a perfume launch. They were digging their hands into ice–cream cakes the size of my torso, they were in baroque corsets and custom suits, there was a girl in lingerie reading Anaïs Nin. Despite wearing just a flannel and some jeans—being by myself, by accident in this fantastical and unreal space—I felt right at home. I felt like I was supposed to be there, among people older than me, but peers I aspire to be. I kept that feeling when dancing with Central Saint Martins’ graduate students at Howl Pride or chatting up the manager at Machine–A. That indescribable settling down of, “Ah, these are my people.”
(02/17/25 5:00am)
Welcome to this week's Street Sweeper!
(04/03/25 1:53am)
The extravagant combination of Baroque Revival architecture, rich laughter, and clinking wine glasses paints a picture: one relaxing evening filled with lively classical music. The lights suddenly dim as four beautifully dressed individuals, each holding stringed instruments, enter the stage. From the tuning of their instruments to the ambiance of the theater, any stranger to the band would expect to be serenaded by intricate classical pieces crafted by 18th century composers of whom they’ve never heard.
