Nora A. Tufano
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Just the Tip
Graduating FM executives share a few words of advice.
Haute Fauture
Lately, I’ve been looking for a new catch phrase of sorts: a phrase to use when people ask me what I want to do with my life, you know, post-graduation. I could say a real profession like a normal person, but that’s far too scary. Instead, my answer of choice is “Fauture.”
The Etiquette of Morning Manners
In order to avoid early-morning hatred for friends, blockmates, and not-so-innocent bystanders, you should first identify the type of riser with whom you are interacting and proceed to practic proper morning etiquette accordingly.
The New Guide to Harvard Prep
[Preppy, n. Pronunciation: Brit. /’prεpi/ , U.S. /’prεpi/]
FM Heroes: Where Are They Now?
Gossip Guy Then: “Recognizing FM standards, this column will feature snarky lies, self-aggrandizing rumors and un-sourced, assumption-heavy innuendo....”
Five Questions With Franca Sozzani
1) What motivated you to take action against stereotypes of beauty in the fashion industry?
Kirkland House
As part of our Housing Market series, we'll be posting reviews and rankings for each of Harvard's 12 residential Houses over the next few days. Click here to read more about the series. Laying claim to the number one spot in this year's rankings, Kirkland has plenty of perks: a plethora of House traditions including the ever-infamous Incestfest, adorable House Masters with even more adorable dogs, a world record in its courtyard, and a location close to class, Noch's, and the MAC. Kirkland is one of Harvard's smallest Houses, so freshmen, beware—it won't be easy to get in, but if you do, you'll never want to leave.
It’s Chipperloaf Season
Some people eat pickled herring on New Year’s Eve, driven by a belief in luck or a taste for salty fish. But there’s something else, too, a compulsion to repeat, the comfort of a familiar act. I don’t eat herring, but when a tradition is begun with me, there is no way to break it.
Coffee & Coffee, Date
You may have noticed the new labels on your d-hall’s coffee dispensers, but you probably don’t know their stories.