Campus Life
Metafiction
Call me Ishmael. Never mind. This is my book. Call me Isabel. And call this article my first novel. In my Intro to Comparative Literature class (a requirement I'd neglected until this penultimate semester) three enthusiastic students -- all freshmen -- ardently flailed spread palms in the air in response to the professor's inquiry as to who among us had written a book.
Vera's wang
This summer I had the good fortune of landing an internship that I actually enjoyed. Working in public relations and licensing for Vera Wang not only exposed me to several facets of fashion design and marketing, but the perks have also followed up -- most recently, allowing me to attend the show in New York this past week.
DIY: How to make Fashion week last all year
What do you do when the sweatshop goes out to lunch? Osh! Kosh! By! Gosh! Do it yourself. Even if you can't magnadoodle your class notes in perfect calligraphy, you still should shake it up, and do a little something creative once in a while.
Spring forward, Fall dress code
Whether fashion is a personal statement, a cultural expression or a worthless indulgence, we may never know.
Ego of the week
Who is your fashion inspiration? I'd say probably my sisters and Kirsten Dunst. Where are you from? Orlando, Florida.
Ask freud
The advice columns of the past were written by old women who wore reading glasses and were read by pubescent teens who were too shy to ask a real person about nocturnal emissions.
Ego of the Week
Cristina Alberto: "I'm contributing to the Olsen empire." How would you describe your look? No, I don't know.
Me, Myself and Ego
People want to read about people, people. So here you have it. Ego wants to celebrate Penn's (and by extension, Philadelphia's) scrappy individuals -- the styles, characters, cultures, subcultures, quirks and anomalies that make some people a little cooler, a little more attractive and just generally more interesting.
Lego my Ego
God, if you are a feminist please do not strike me down with your giant field hockey stick. Because, I tend to believe that for girls, hooking up is a lot more about ego, and for boys about unhooking bras.
Reviving the lost art of the dinner party
With summer ending and the back-to-school high wearing off, the season can start to lend itself more to social anxiety than an endless flow of good vibes.
This is my confession
There are no excuses. I know I'm very bad but I can't seem to help it. And as much as I hate to use the term, I just may be obsessed.
Just keep sucking
I was eating an entire box of Popsicles in one sitting when I realized: I am obsessed with Popsicles.
I'm not well
Earlier this week I was sitting with some friends when I realized something: I was talking about myself.
Comme Des Garcon
In 1981, when everyone else was wearing technicolored spandex and plastic baubles, Rei Kawakubo, the founder of uber-rad clothing line, Comme des Gar?on, was clothing her models in slashed up sculptures that were black from head-to-toe.
Mo' Tokyo, yo
Remember when you used to venture fearlessly around continental Europe without running into every caustic Tom, Dick and Harry from Penn that a) you already slept with, b) you loathe and avoid like e.
Turning Japanese
Tamagotchi: Also known as "gigapets," these loveable, friendly keychains were popular with sexually repressed school girls on BOTH sides of the Pacific.
Nara
I want to make art that says 'fuck you!'" says Yoshimoto Nara. The artist has earned a cult fanbase in Japan, with good reason.
The biggest egos
Matt Klapper: Matt Klapper has 691 Penn friends on thefacebook.com. He likes them all. No seriously, he does.
