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...seat. “I heart Eleganza. I’ve been going since pre-frosh year,” she recalls. Mere weeks away from becoming a Harvard graduate, Adelman appreciates that her days of partying are dwindling. “I’ll miss that sort of freedom that comes with partying in the college scene,” she says. But here, tonight, it’s just another Harvard Friday, and as far as Adelman is concerned, the end is far from sight. The young professional party scene may be her future, but Eleganza...
...Susan W. Lewis, director of the Core program, confirmed that a climate of uncertainty prevailed for her office: “We’re working on next week and next month, as is every other department in FAS.” This sort of insecurity might trail after any period of flux, but it must be accompanied by a resolute show of good faith in the system to which we are transitioning. If current underclassmen and incoming freshmen are to be confronted with an unstable curricular landscape at large, then the College should at least maximize the number...
...burning Kuwaiti oil fields of the Gulf War, many performance artists do not court any kind of beauty. Instead, they often redeem their projects with the vague notion of “protest” or discourse. Shvarts claimed her aim was to inspire “some sort of discourse” (what sort, we might wonder?). Vargas says he wanted to draw attention to the common fate of stray Nicaraguan dogs...
While most associate Memorial Church with Sunday morning services and painfully-early morning bells, last Tuesday night featured a different sort of event in the sanctuary: a debate about...
...debut, 1994’s “Dummy,” is one of the most lauded albums of the genre, not to mention the decade. Heavy with lush, sexual bass lines and cinematic string arrangements, “Dummy” brought a sultry sort of half-humanity to the genre. While any vocals on Massive Attack’s debut, “Blue Lines,” were samples—and alienating ones at that—Beth Gibbons’ siren vocal work on Portishead’s “Sour Times?...