The first half of my undergraduate studies took place in Normandy, France. For two years, the perpetually rainy city of Le Havre hosted me, my awkward French and my growing assortment of rain gear.
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Have you found yourself walking on campus late at night, shivering, looking over your shoulder one too many times and wondering what might be hiding in the shadows?
Even though I knew Lungs of the Earth was going to be a sound-based exhibit, I was still surprised when I walked into Loeb Studio. There was nothing on the walls, and for a while I just stood by the door peering around for something to look at.
Taking place in 1665 on Mohawk territory, Les Filles du Roi follows siblings Jean-Baptiste and Kateri as they navigate their interactions with French settlers on their territory, forming a connection with Marie-Jeanne.
If I had a nickel for every time Saoirse Ronan and Timothée Chalamet graced the screen in the same film, I would have three nickels — which is not a lot, but it may cover the cost of a ticket to see Little Women again, and that’s all I really need.
The day doesn’t feel like it’s really started. My alarm flashes 08:00, but there’s no light leaking through the slats of the blinds.
UBC is trying to raise around $1.3 million for a book that we (technically) already have a copy of sitting in the depths of the IKB basement.
The ancient murals of the Dunhuang desert’s caves came out to play at the Orpheum earlier this month for Grammy and Oscar-winning composer Tan Dun’s Buddha Passion.
Let’s address the elephant in the room: tea is dull, right?
One of the most exciting things about public art is the intentionality of its location. Unfortunately, UBC's landscape is constantly shifting, and with buildings constantly coming and going, the art attached to it doesn’t always last forever.
The three of us would gather on my bed, five odd feet from a laptop playing Riverdale.
Breaking into the Vancouver music scene was when I really began to grasp the gravity of another woman’s word.
I wore my hair in a slicked-back bun today, a style my mirror hadn’t seen on me in years.
It’s been just over one year since UBC Drag announced it was going on an indefinite hiatus.
I was 10 years old when I got called “teacher’s pet” for the first time. Perplexed, I pushed my big square glasses up my small nose and asked, “What does that mean?”
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