Jennifer T. Soong
It is easy to fall for the Artist—that figure sitting atop a cult of personality, every move perceived as an act of creative genius, a critical darling with unusually popular appeal. Thanks to the gripping prose of many a romanticized New Yorker profile and America’s own historical allegiance to supposedly rugged individualism and celebrity culture, the Artist has worn many iconic faces.
People often think that self-expression is involved with some sort of intense creative process revolved around innovation and originality. But the truth is you don’t have to be the next Picasso or Emily Dickinson to be fully engaged with life. You just have to be yourself. So start that local volunteer project, be the next big Twitter user, do some stand-up comedy at your next family gathering, or just follow this simple guide, because chances are you’re already on the express train to self-expression!
Bikram, Hatha, Vinyasa. You name it, and chances are I’ve tried it. After all, I did do my first sun salutation all the way back in the seventh grade when my school offered yoga in conjunction with hip-hop dance as an alternative to sports or fifth-period P.E. class. I’m still not sure who decided Missy Elliot and Tibetan meditation chimes would pair well, but my friends and I were willing to do anything to avoid picking up a field hockey stick or softball.
Yet, throughout my time at Harvard, I have found that most individuals fall into one of several categories when it comes to the issue of tattoos: there are those who staunchly claim stretch marks, professional advancement, and cursive ink do not mix well and that regret is inevitable; there are those who don’t see what the big deal is—a tat is a tat, the more the better; and then, there’s me.
While early singles released on the web seemed to promise a world of retrograde beauty and femininity, her ensuing album is a hodgepodge of hits and misses. Del Rey might as well have named her album after her own fate, for the LP marks the death of a career born just yesterday.
Though the band stays true to the relaxed ambiance of their earlier work, they have undoubtedly developed a more refined sound than that of their eponymous debut LP, and they successfully add a more mature element of nostalgia for baked skin and windswept sand. The result is a lovely and cohesive album that straddles the reality of today and the dream-state of summer’s yesterday.
It's not everyday that you get to use Playboy and Harvard in the same sentence. but in Playboy's May issue rating the top party schools in America, the magazine named Kirkland H33 the most coveted dorm room in the United States as a result of its storied history as the room in which Mark Zuckerberg launched Facebook.
Four professors offered their personal insight on how to succeed in academia at a panel entitled “Diversity in Higher Education:
On March 8, Harvard’s feminists enjoyed the art and performance of the Feminine Portrait Project.
Opening on February 18 in the Experimental Theater of the Loeb Drama Center, the dark comedy hopes to be a bloodbath of sorts, entertaining, moving, and shocking audience members who dare enter the Dublin underworld.
With two CD players beside him—one for prerecorded quotes and another for background music—the night’s event unfolded almost like an episode of “This American Life,” as Glass interrupted his talk with personal anecdotes and played examples from the show.
Iron & Wine's fusion of new sounds and genres perhaps shows artistic growth, but what "Kiss Each Other Clean" gains from instrumental and vocal adventure, it loses in intimacy.
Although “Trespass” has potential in the themes it undertakes, it fails to go beyond the formulaic, archetypal thriller and only wades in the concepts of envy, corruption, sex, greed, and love without realizing their complex scope.
Fourteen years after the release of their first album, Belle and Sebastian still understand what it takes to sound young, delightful, and most importantly, in love.