“Album of the year contender every year,” Pusha T boasted back in 2016 on a single that was originally intended for his third album. However, since his first solo album My Name is My Name in 2013, Pusha has only released three albums in six years and the last one, King Push—Darkest Before Dawn: The Prelude, came out in 2015.
When my friend and I went to the Louvre we knew we had to plan accordingly. It’s the largest art museum in the world, with 38,000 pieces of art spread across over 700,000 square feet, not to mention that the Louvre Palace was established as a museum over 200 years ago. Before that it was a royal fortress then palace! Much to my friend’s dismay I was just as interested in the building as I was in the art objects, oops.
Neil Hilborn blended humor and honesty in his poetry last Saturday at the Murmrr Theatre.
I am a little afraid to be writing this right now. Will this change the way people view me? My reputation is already questionable. I am totally going to lose respect because of what I love…and that is bluegrass. I love bluegrass music.
This past weekend, Fordham Experimental Theatre hosted its Spring Playwrights Festival. A bastion of student-written theatre, FET hosts a Playwrights Festival each semester in order to showcase student written, one act plays. This spring, FET was proud to present works from FCRH juniors Tim Mountain, Phil Thompson, and myself!
A few weeks back, we at the paper were offered a unique opportunity to attend “A Case for Magic” at the NYC Frigid Fringe Festival. When I read this email, I quickly offered to represent us at the event. I like to take advantage of the random opportunities we get here in NYC, so I thought, “Hey, why not?”
A fantastic array of vibrant colors, glistening sequins, elaborate choreography, and eloquent politically-charged commentary. Where else could you be but Sasha Velour’s Nightgowns? Nestled in the heart of New York’s favorite gentrified neighborhood, Nightgowns appears monthly at National Sawdust in Williamsburg.
What’s up with the goats, Jack? by Jack Archambault Opinions Editor Two weeks ago, I…
If you know me at all, you know that I love art. In fact, you may remember as the paper’s art editor last semester. However, with the way the editor positions work, I was forced to leave the position after the final issue last semester. In my retirement, I’ve found that I have more time than I know what to do with. This, combined with the fact I’m only taking three classes, meant that I finally had time to visit as various art institutions across the city.
f you’ve walked around New York City for longer than 15 minutes, you’ve seen one. If you’ve ever gotten a latte from a coffee shop in Brooklyn, you’ve interacted with one. If you’ve ever been happy to wear a shitty thrift store sweater, drink organic $6 coffee, and rage endlessly against the patriarchy, you are one. That’s right: a hipster.
