It's finally Friday. After a day of studying, I put on my most stained clothes and head to the Life building basement. Beeping my door number into the keypad, I enter and hang my things up on the hooks and slide on my apron.
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This February marks two years since Russia’s invasion of Ukraine — a conflict that has taken the lives of over 10,000 civilians and displaced millions, resulting in Europe’s biggest refugee crisis since the Second World War.
When explorer and author Isabelle Eberhardt was old enough to roam Geneva’s streets, her father let her wander alone under one condition: that she wear trousers.
Has the end of winter got you down? Does midterm season have you feeling disembodied, uninspired? Perhaps your heart longs to drop that pen, close those books and spend the evening watching people absolutely slam each other down onto a padded floor.
People like to joke that lesbians never let go of their exes.
Is Vancouver's annual Hot Chocolate Festival nothing more than a very well done marketing ploy? Yes. Will I continue to happily hand over my money? Also yes.
What would you feel if you held your soul in your hands? And if you did, could you ever live without it?
A dazzling and ranged chorus, characters with pomp and vibrant textiles and scenery are just some of the ways UBC Opera is bringing Jules Massenet’s 1895 romantic opera Cendrillon — sung entirely in French — to life.
Jia Tolentino knows exactly why everyone is so obsessed with Succession.
On January 14, people gathered in the Frederic Wood Theatre for a reading of The Gaza Monologues organized by UBC Theatre and Film Students.
UBC Music Initiative president Misheel Enkhbayar comes from a family of singers.
Blank Vinyl Project is a pillar of Vancouver’s indie music community.
Walking up to the Nest’s Egg, panting from the steps, you’ll hear the swinging contrabass, ad lib keys and brass grow louder.
My sister and I drag our bags into the elevator and stand in silence after an exhausting day of school. As we ascend, I get a funny feeling in my stomach.
For your sake and the sake of all fine artists currently displaying work at the Belkin, I hope you’ve avoided the official introductory blurb to the gallery’s latest exhibition, Aporia (Notes to a Medium).