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(04/22/24 4:00am)
My world began at a kitchen table. Over plates of sticky rice and empanadas, I learned about language and culture. When my parents discussed elections, I learned about politics and government. I was taught expectations and manners here: Don’t move your legs; don’t slurp your food; don’t eat before your dad does. The kitchen table taught me the persistently frustrating art of family conversations, and chores at the table taught me responsibility. Throughout my life, I’ve hated, adored, feared, and respected this sacred spot, but then it was gone.
(04/10/24 5:54am)
Francis Ford Coppola has never been one to play it safe. While some filmmakers are content to grind out a career as a dependable studio–hand, always delivering projects on time and under budget even if that means sacrificing a bit of artistic flair, Coppola has never been one of them. For better or worse, Coppola has rarely, if ever, compromised his inner artist’s vision, which explains how he’s gotten to a place where he was forced to self–finance his dream project titled Megalopolis. In advance of the film’s release sometime this year, I thought it would be a good time to look back at Coppola’s decades–spanning career and all of the highs and lows that have shaped it.
(04/17/24 4:00am)
Displayed on the edge of the Benjamin Franklin Parkway, barricades and signs stating “No cop zone” and “Housing Now” made it impossible for passersby to ignore the struggles of unhoused people embroiled in a contentious dispute over the city’s approach to housing. An encampment with around 150 tents set up in a park in the center of Philadelphia lasted up to four months, locked in a battle with the city over housing policy. In tumultuous 2020.
(04/12/24 4:00am)
Adrianne Lenker’s place within today’s indie rock scene is a bit of an outlier. It’s not that modern rock has no standouts, but differentiating between the styles of Julia Jacklin, Indigo de Souza, and Snail Mail, all of whom have put out exceptional albums in the past six or so years, can often feel like splitting hairs.
(04/03/24 12:34am)
On March 21, survivors, friends, and strangers gathered outside of Houston Hall for the University's annual Take Back The Night march. Not even the remnants of the winter wind could dissuade the dedicated protestors from their mission to be heard. Cries of “take back the night!” filled the air and the ears of passersby with the longing chords of an anthem advocating for change.
(05/01/24 4:00am)
In the whirlwind that is contemporary cultural expression, amid the dynamic shifts of our modern society, I must ask myself … what is grandmacore? I scroll relentlessly through my Instagram feed. Cottagecore girl for second–hand furniture and bucolic living. Christian girl autumn icon rediscovers Vermont. That top is sooo old money coastal grandma. It’s not minimalism, it’s quiet luxury. It’s not sporty, it’s blokette. New Balances. Dadcore. This is the fluidity of internet appearance.
(04/03/24 8:08am)
The future of medicine may not lie with new gadgets—it might just be hidden in with ancient plants and mushrooms. Psychedelics have been used for centuries, beginning with Indigenous people in both the Eastern and Western worlds. In the years since then, psilocybin (4–phosphoryloxy–N,N–dimethyltryptamine) and MDMA–ecstasy (methylenedioxymethamphetamine) have found their way to the current forefront of psychedelic medicine. With recent studies and research showing promising results in using such substances in relieving post–traumatic stress disorder, chronic pain, and mental illness, many professionals in the health care field are beginning to take a trip into how tripping can heal their patient’s body and mind.
(04/19/24 4:00am)
“He likes my diamonds and my pearls / I said, ‘Thank you, I designed it.’”
(04/19/24 2:39pm)
When the inaugural Spring Fling was held in 1973, with performers including Zack’s Band, Glass, and The Jesse Clanton Band, students rejoiced at the opportunity to revel in the arrival of spring and the impending end to the academic year.
(04/26/24 12:42am)
Last month I started logging my days through sketches in lieu of my typical sporadically written journal entries. I would say that I’m no Picasso but perhaps Picasso’s style might best describe the disjointed chaos of my drawings—I digress.
(04/08/24 4:00am)
When was the last time you listened to music on the radio? If you’re struggling to recall, you’re not alone. With music streaming services like Spotify and Apple Music taking over the industry, the ways people experience and engage with music have completely changed. Up until 2017, the radio was the most popular way of listening to music, but ever since it has been steadily overtaken by streaming services.
(04/15/24 4:00am)
Julia Pratt has never stayed in one place for too long. She spent her childhood years moving around the country and overseas for her mother’s job. At 23 years old, Pratt is still on the road, performing sold–out shows and opening for her favorite artists and bands. Amid the chaos of change and the plight to find home, for Pratt, music has always been a constant.
(04/03/24 4:00am)
Anticipation is a collective experience everyone in the room shares as I peer over the balcony, looking at both the crowd in the pit, and also the band on stage. Noise pop encroaching on shoegaze, the songs that play are less about the lyrics and instead hinge on components that build the atmosphere. People sway, but are otherwise static, and I can’t hear anything but the band; an experience I had not been privy to when I’d previously frequented concerts at The Fonda Theatre. I can’t make out much of the lyrics, and most people around me aren’t singing. Looking at the legions of teenagers underneath me, the audience is hypnotized by the dreamy visuals that complement the ambient sound.
(04/24/24 6:10am)
Do you believe in true love? Do you know what you mean by that? I’ve come to believe that hopeless romantics actually fall into two camps: circumstantialists and anti–circumstantialists. For a circumstantialist, a big enough obstacle is a sign something is not meant to be. Meanwhile, an anti–circumstantialist is the “love will prevail” type, the one who believes there is no “wrong time” for the right person.
(04/10/24 6:02am)
Some people keep diaries; I keep sketchbooks. On days when I’m home from school and nostalgia has dug its Crayola–stained fingers into my thoughts, I pull them from the shelf and begin a trip through time.
(04/05/24 4:10am)
As an Art History major, and an avid consumer of all things relating to the art world, when I stumble into a gallery or attend an event centered around art, all my opinions and ideas feel somewhat intentional, very guided by the academic and critical art world around me. My mom, who has a keen eye and wonderful taste (I must give it to her), has not faced that same art world indoctrination. When she is presented with scores of extraordinary art, she does not seek out impressive chiaroscuro or innovative archetypal representations; Instead, she admires what draws her eye, what immediately evokes emotion, and more simply, what sparks joy and, as she puts it, “seems cool.”
(04/19/24 4:00am)
Sydney McKeever (C' 27) distinctiveness is immediately apparent: her sharp wit, effortless style, and staggering academic workload. But beneath the surface, her brain itself is equally unique.
(03/27/24 4:00am)
Victoria Antoinette Megens (MFA ‘24) is committed to producing environmentally mindful art that plays with the intersection between the contrasting and colorful landscapes of nature and the drab and gray of city life. Hailing from Canada’s Pacific Northwest, Megens' upbringing seeded her artistic journey and painted the message she aims to convey through her work: opening peoples’ minds to new perspectives in the world. Megens' art strives to emphasize the coexistence of humans and nature.
(04/01/24 4:00am)
In my dimly lit dorm room, on Academy Awards night, anticipation crackled through the air like static on an old vinyl record. It was the glitziest, most extravagant spectacle in the realm of cinema. As I settled into my uncomfortable desk chair, surrounded by crumpled takeout bags and half–empty soda cans, I braced myself for the inevitable rollercoaster of emotions that accompanies Hollywood's grandest soirée.
(04/17/24 4:00am)
In a corner of Abyssinia, bathed in dim yellow lighting, I sit across from Walden Green (C ‘24), and stare down an oversized rainbow–hued palette of Ethiopian food. Amidst the buzz of our fellow restaurant goers, Walden types furiously, tweeting about Italian Disco Stories.
