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Recreating the desert

In stark contrast to the soft colors of the washout desert sunset in the painting next to it, a brusque message begins: “INSTRUCTIONS TO ALL PERSONS OF JAPANESE ANCESTRY…”...

Yale unframed: YUAG and beyond

Hopper’s Game A man and woman sit in an empty café in the daylight. The man is holding a burning cigarette, gesturing towards her, perhaps attempting to make a...

Founders Day fun

Sights and sounds from this week’s festivities.  Pressure, panic, Pink Lady Founders Day: a celebration of decorative hay bales, Yale’s Instagram clout, tours of the enigma that is West...

Indecent exposure

Last Saturday night I walked out of the Yale Repertory Theatre thoroughly stunned. I was standing on York Street but my mind was stuck in Lodz, within the world...

Blumberg’s moment

On the walls of the Yale University Art Gallery are advertisements for Botox. The ads belong to the exhibit on Donald Blumberg, a photographer whose career began in the...

Seeing Albers

Forget the writing assignment. Forget the criticism. Forget the research, at least for now. When you walk into the Josef Albers exhibit at the Edgewood Art Gallery, come in just to...

Mining the subtext

Young and old alike, the literati of Yale and New Haven filed into Whitney Humanities Center last Thursday, wearing their best cords and clear-rimmed glasses. They had come to...

Fitting the earth on a flat screen

People called it the first day of spring. Technically the season had begun on March 20, over two weeks earlier, but since then there had been a freak snowstorm,...

An ode to the object

The lure of the vintage object—dusty, rusty, chipped, yellowed, faded—can be strong. Old phonographs, cameras, and dated machines have a certain effect on us that is hard to explain. Often,...

The wordplay workshop

Vincent Mitchell, ES ’16, asks the girl sitting next to him if he can borrow her cup. She gives him a quiz- zical look, but hands it over and...

Uncovering the soul

She stared blankly out at the crowd, blinking slowly, unamused, her hand resting delicately on the Yamaha grand to her left. After nearly a minute, she turned and took...

Take me to Tehran

I  walked by the Yale Art Gallery last week on my usual trek to class, head bowed down to shield my face from the onslaught of snow. Fixated only...

Racks on racks on racks

Ever gone into Claire’s Cornucopia, and couldn’t help but think the rack where you parked you bike looked like the ingredients of your snack? Well, you were right. ArtRacks...

A sweet escape

Imagine that you and your best friends are locked in a room. You start to look around and realize that some things in the room are a little… off....

Emerging from shadows

In 1934, Paul Robeson refused to perform at a segregated theater and changed the racial dynamics of American theater forever. Robeson was the first black actor to be cast...