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...fashion years a bit more cutting edge. Run by Ian McLaren and Ian Walker, two former record-company talent spotters, NWA sells T shirts and bibs stenciled with sayings like MAMA AIN'T RAISIN' NO FOOL!; mittens with LOVE and HATE knitted on the knuckles; and anthemic punk and hip-hop CDs, rerecorded lullaby style. McLaren launched NWA in 2001, designing gear "that me and my mates would wear, if we wore bibs and body vests." After some initial design errors-he soon discovered that CRACK BABY T shirts weren't so popular-McLaren perfected his sloganeering with declarations like...
...fashion years a bit more cutting edge. Run by Ian McLaren and Ian Walker, two former record-company talent spotters, NWA sells T shirts and bibs stenciled with sayings like MAMA AIN'T RAISIN' NO FOOL!; mittens with LOVE and HATE knitted on the knuckles; and anthemic punk and hip-hop CDs, rerecorded lullaby style. McLaren launched NWA in 2001, designing gear "that me and my mates would wear, if we wore bibs and body vests." After some initial design errors - he soon discovered that CRACK BABY T shirts weren't so popular - McLaren perfected his sloganeering with declarations like...
...child of a Sri Lankan Tamil rebel leader, Maya Arulpragasam moved to London at age 12 and discovered hip-hop. Now 28, she has produced a mini-masterpiece that merges Jamaican dancehall patois and Missy Elliott's stuttering rhythm with a political viewpoint entirely her own. She's not so eloquent in her anger as Public Enemy or so tuneful as the Clash, but it's a pretty impressive neighborhood for a debut...
BORN IN MOSCOW and raised in the Bronx, Spektor sports a rare combination of classical-piano training and hip friends (she opened for the Strokes' last tour). She also has a singing style that springs from an immigrant's fascination with her second language. On Poor Little Rich Boy she stretches words like girlfriend and café into epic solos, then crams long sentences into her mouth and spits them out in a few exuberant bars. Her music--from Tin Pan Alley to Carole King-style folk--is also a stylistic melting...
Angela S. Kim ’06 buys us mini Finale cakes to celebrate birthdays and to drown disappointments. As her future self, she’ll still wear ginormous headphones as she listens to an eclectic mix of Korean pop, hip-hop (à la 50 Cent), and mellow alternative (à la Postal Service). When she goes to the cocktail parties at our 25th reunion, she’ll still fan her cheeks and ask if they look red after just one drink...