We are all curators, aren’t we? Through filters, hashtags, and a few clicks of buttons websites and apps such as Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter allow us to ‘curate’ our news, social feed and brand-image.
Business professional and business casual are terms you are familiar with if you’ve ever been to an info session, interview, internship, or job—basically if you are past freshman year at Penn.
Like the black and white photos of this exhibit, "Afghanistan: People, Place and Material Culture" shows us deep contrasts in the daily lives of Afghani citizens
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.
Now that Penn social life is dedicated to psychologically testing the freshmen, there couldn’t be a better time to burst the bubble and head to the city on a Friday night.
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.