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Fiona Herzog: The Zone of Interest by writer–director Jonathan Glazer deprives all that the audience expects to see in a film about Auschwitz. Instead, it delivers chilling implications on the role of guilt, responsibility, and ignorance when making decisions.
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You can tell how admired someone's work is by how their academic peers celebrate their triumphs. At his winter book launch, it was clear that André Dombrowski is certainly well-recognized by fellow Art History scholars. After History of Art Department's celebration of Professor André Dombrowski's new book Monet’s Minutes: Impressionism and the Industrialization of Time, I sat down with the author in his out–of–a–movie Jaffe Building office to talk more about his process.
For Drew Basile’s (C ‘23) middle school self, competing on Survivor was a dream come true. Being just a few days short of winning a million dollars, less so. “So now, I’m a broke grad student living in Europe,” he tells me of his post–Survivor life.
Obama, Trump, and Biden walk into a bar and talk about baking gingerbread cookies. This scenario has likely never happened in real life, but on TikTok, you can find an audio recording of this conversation happening, down to the correct voices and all. It’s pretty obvious from the context that the recording is fake, and most people who encounter it will probably find it funny, regardless of what side of the political spectrum they’re on. But the recording itself begs the question: What if we didn’t have that context to know that the recording was fake? What if the three presidents had been discussing something other than baking gingerbread cookies? Given that people now have the technology to create videos of anyone doing anything, how can we tell what is real and what is not?
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I am rain–soaked, hangry, and 30 minutes late when I finally arrive at Theater Exile. The South Philly black box performance space, tucked next to homes and across from a park, is the location for Theatre in the X's February installment of their OG Reading Series, which honors long–time Philadelphia playwrights. Inside the lobby, I’m greeted by the laughter of LaNeshe Miller–White and Walter DeShields, two of the three co–founders of Theatre in the X (along with Carlo Campbell). “We’re still in the eating and drinking portion of the night,” Miller–White tells me, before I am whisked downstairs to a table filled with vegan cheeseburger sliders, boxed wine, and beaming faces.
Bangs are riddled with personal histories. Some of us shudder at the pictures of old middle–school hairdos, while others have had to book emergency hair salon appointments over more recent late–night life epiphanies that did not, in fact, result in a new you, but instead a new task of cleaning the bathroom. Yet, regardless of our own knotted hair histories with bangs, there is no denying that we love them. They flatteringly frame our own faces, adorn our idols, and are almost always the feature in our favorite coming–of–age movies. However, the history behind curtain bangs, one of our favorite hairstyles, and their role in activism and politics is certainly more difficult to untangle.
"We're trying to grow brains, literal human brains on a chip." It's the kind of idea that's so wild, so out there, you'd expect it from a sci–fi novel rather than a college first year. Yet, Maxx Yung (E ‘27), the self–assured founder of Nanoneuro Systems, makes the audacious seem not just doable but like the next logical step in the evolution of computing. Their infectious enthusiasm and unwavering confidence don't just pique curiosity; they trigger that "why didn't I think of that" moment, when, let's be honest, none of us were remotely close to envisioning, let alone actively working toward, a future where artificial intelligence is powered by actual brains.
Growing up alongside her grandparents, Samantha Cueto (N ‘24) developed a soft spot for the geriatric population. Now a senior at the School of Nursing, Samantha has dedicated her time at college toward conducting extensive research supporting the elderly. She has particularly enjoyed spearheading a community–based intervention aimed at increasing physical activity among Hispanic elderly individuals with dementia or cognitive impairment. When she’s not helping elderly patients at local hospitals and clinics or uncovering medical breakthroughs in the research labs, she’s playing Dungeons & Dragons with Penn Tabletop Club, practicing Japanese, or watching horror movies with her friends. Samatha’s positive energy radiates as she expresses her gratitude to her friends, the people that have undoubtedly made her Penn experience.
Apple cider donuts, gravelly cello music, a vegetable stand run entirely by three blond tweens, and wailing children scraping their knees in the middle of the street. Who runs Clark Park?
“This rap shit done saved my life, and fucked it up at the same time,” raps Danny Brown in the opening line of his sixth studio album, Quaranta. Brown has had a long complicated relationship with rap music. A true student of the game as apparent on his comedy podcast, The Danny Brown Show, the 42–year–old Detroit rapper has an almost encyclopedic knowledge of hip–hop music.
Conan Gray was christened teen pop’s newest patron saint as early as 2018, when his EP Sunset Season was released. Tracks on the project such as “Crush Culture” and “Greek God” displayed dreamy production paired with yearning, sardonic lyrics that resonated with teenagers, his target audience.
As students across Penn’s campus frantically scramble to fill out next year’s housing application, many find themselves shuddering at the thought of spending a year in the high rises while their friends enjoy lattes at the Gutmann coffee bar. These hardships, though, pale in comparison to the bleak reality of other city residents who find themselves unemployed, uninsured, and unhoused. The Mutter Museum’s new art exhibit, “Unhoused: Personal Stories and Public Health,” illuminates the complex biosocial underpinnings that drive the unhoused population and its persistence across Philly’s most densely populated regions.
Adorned with collections of renowned works by artists like Rembrandt, Raphael, Velasquez, Titian, Bellini, Donatello, Monet, and Van Dyck, this architectural wonder once sheathed some of the most revered artistry from across the globe. Engulfed by 33 acres worth of decadent French gardens composed of grandiose marble fountainheads, the Corinthian columns chiseled from marble welcoming incoming company bear a striking resemblance to the Greek marvels resting atop the Acropolis. But, this is not the Louvre. This is not Versailles. This is not the Temple of Athena. This is Lynnewood Hall.
On Nov. 17, 2023, I got an email from the New York Public Library. According to the announcement, in less than two weeks, the city would see the last day you could enter one of their branches on a Sunday—thanks to budget cuts. In addition to the impact on libraries’ hours, NYPL explained that they needed to “reduce spending on library materials, programming, and building maintenance and repairs.” While the community reaction was instant and impassioned following the NYPL “#NoCutsToLibraries” campaign last spring, it wasn’t strong enough to prevent the reduction of funding from $36.2 million to $12.6 million a year for 2024. But it should have been.
That girl, clean girl, tomato girl, coastal cowgirl, hot girl walks. We’re living in the era of girl–ification. As YouTuber Mina Le points out, “Girls are girling, hot girls are walking, girls are blogging. Dinner is girl, 40–year–old men are baby girls. We are in a girl economy.” But, what are the repercussions of this incessant gendering of all things pop culture?
Laufey is the savior of jazz.
The motto of each new year is, out with the old and in with the new. For TikTok though, every month re–enters the perpetual cycle of labeling pre–existing trends as the newest ‘aesthetic’.
100 years after prohibition, Philly’s BYO restaurants are modern-day speakeasies.
Going to college in Philly, we're so often bombarded—on social media and IRL—with seemingly endless options for how to spend our free time. So I’m delighted to announce that Street has done the hard part for you: we’ve rounded up what we think are the can’t–miss events for the month in one convenient place. If I’ve done my job right, there’ll be something in here for every one of our readers, no matter what you like to do with your weekends.
I first dipped my toes into the world of beauty and skincare at the age of nine. As soon as my mom left to run errands, I snuck into her room and planted myself at her magical vanity. With the contents of her makeup bag laid out in front of me, Zoella’s iconic makeup tutorials playing on an iPad mini, and a luxurious black bullet of lipstick in hand, I meticulously applied the scarlet shade to my lips. Armed solely with practice in using Maybelline’s BabyLips, it’s no surprise that the final result was far from ideal—I looked more like Miranda Sings than Red–era Taylor Swift.