On the first Friday of every month, DC art lovers gather in Dupont Circle for First Fridays, a night when galleries stay open later than usual to debut new works. Free wine and snacks are served, but, more importantly, visitors can meet the artists themselves and even snag some art firsthand.
With the opening scene of La Notte (“The Night”) (1961), Michelangelo Antonioni (director) challenges how the modern subject is seen. Beginning within an empty reflection of an elevator, gliding down the side of a Modern skyscraper without emitting sound of its own, one must become aware to the metaphor of modernity: Alienated romance.
Amid the sea of SIS and Public Affairs majors at AU, relatively small pockets of literature-loving students can be found floating around campus. We aren’t too hard to find (just look in the Dav on any given day or, better yet, come by an AmLit meeting). I decided to sit down with AU junior Mattea Falk last week in the Mudbox for a morning chat about her passion for both reading and writing poetry. She has been writing poems since sophomore year of high school and recalled her first poem with embarrassed laughter: “I specifically remember that it was about driving somewhere, and I was listening to Konstantine by Something Corporate.”
Two boxes are now checked off my bucket list: I watched an art house film in an indie theater and took myself on a gratuitous movie date. I’ll admit I only saw “Muscle Shoals” because I scored the ticket for free from the movie’s public relations department. Not to mention I was curious after hearing about the documentary through Spotify advertisements. Why not work on that list? So I headed to West End Cinema.
Aside from the Phillips Collection’s impressive permanent collection, the current Vincent van Gogh exhibition, titled van Gogh Repetitions, made for a lovely afternoon of art. On display through January 26th, the Phillips Collection is lucky enough to currently have some of the artist’s best-known works under their museum’s roof. The exhibition is especially interesting because it’s not simply showcasing van Gogh’s works, but instead diving into his tendency to create multiple versions of the same painting.
photo credit: FilmyrI have learned to believe in magic. Not in the form of frivolous card tricks or Houdini-like hoaxes, but through hand-drawn images coming to life. Many do not understand this magic, this immense joy that is animation. “How can I relate to characters who are two-dimensional in form, how can I grasp any tangible emotion?” With all due respect and the credibility of John Lasseter (chief executive officer of Pixar and Walt Disney) to back me up, I beg to differ. No filmmaker has given human life more consideration and provided more parallels to the 3-D reality of our world, than the Japanese animator Hayao Miyazaki.
Jay Bowman, House ManagerMy last weekend had only one saving grace. On a rainy Friday night I took the X3 bus in Tenley to Adams Morgan and got off on 18th St to visit the free District of Columbia Arts Center (DCAC). All I expected from my visit was a little bit of art. I got magic. Thanks, in no small part to certain Extremities. The DCAC, located just above the hookah shop on 2438 18th St, is the hidden gem of Admo.
For their first show of the season, the AU Players, a student-run theatre group, staged Italian playwright Luigi Pirandello’s Six Characters in Search of An Author, directed by sophomore Claire Tietze. The play, known for it’s metatheatrical and absurdist nature, tells a story that can be messy and hard to follow for those unfamiliar with the plot. Pirandello’s play is about a cast rehearsing for a show called The Rules of the Game when a new cast, who are “characters” themselves enter and begin performing a show that is not just a show, but also their “real” lives. Confused yet?
With the rise of interest magazines, such as the community table-driven Kinfolk and the interior design savvy Apartamento, it’s hard to find a publication that doesn’t seem like it was put under the Valencia filter or shot exclusively with a disposable camera. And that’s where Lucky Peach comes in. A magazine that seamlessly weaves food and writing together, this quarterly adopts a theme for each issue, such as the Apocalypse, American food, and Chinatown. Talented photographers and artists are showcased, including Christopher Boffoli, a photographer/artist who’s famous for his “Big Appetites” collection, a series of photographs featuring miniature figures set in a food-filled scene.
Problem: You’re burnt out from your D.C. Solution: Take the Metrobus toward Georgetown. Get off between 30th and 31st streets. Walk to 1052 Thomas Jefferson Street NW past the C&O Canal. Where are you? The place looks like a hole in the wall at its back alley location. Step inside, though, and you’ve found an indie Mecca. Welcome to Baked & Wired. This popular coffee shop and bakery is as youthfully electric as its name implies.
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This is the first of four articles that will consider the movements and developments of Michelangelo Antonioni within the paradigm of Postreligion and early Marxism/Feminism within cinema. In this series, I will consider the trilogy of L’Avventura (1960), La Notte (1961), L’Eclisse (1962), in addition to the Deserto Rosso (1964). Tracing the developments of Antonioni and his view on modernity, I locate a primary inlet into this viewpoint through his strong female lead Monica Vitti. As Vitti infamously starred in five of Antonioni’s films throughout the 1960s until the 1980s, I regard Vitti’s early roles within a Feminist standpoint as the most complex and powerful component to Antonioni’s radical way of constructing and unfolding a cinematic narrative.
It’s Sunday. I’m up and at work an hour early with bags under my eyes a hazy recollection of last night and the delightful presence of a nasally pressure in my head. Like most college students in the D.C. metro area, I may have made some mistakes last night. Let me tell you about the one thing I did proper yesterday. I went to the free and open-house local art gallery, Blind Whino. If you so choose, you may take the Orange/Blue line to L’Enfant Plaza and embark on an 8-10 minute stroll to “Blind Whino.”
By Emma GrayWe took a look through our older issues this week to pick some of the best art and photography works to be featured on our submission drive posters.
by Emma Gray/// Kristine Chua / The TalonThis past Saturday was the National Book Festival on the Mall.
by Emma GrayThe Intentional, a DC-based literary magazine is celebrating the publication of their second issue!
København | by Rachel TernesDeli Dreamby Annie BullerMy sister and I visit the Polish deli on the turnpike.The deli is clean and sparse - we are the only ones here.We eye pierogi and kielbasa in the cooler butThough we love them,We want specialties,The stuff only native speakers get.We don’t actually know Polish, though,So we just point to a jar of rolled something,Floating in greenish brine --Olives and meat looking back at us?The label is incomprehensible --But it will be an adventure.Blindly, we eat what we’ve been givenThen return to the jar.It is filled with sparrowsHalved & pickledRolled onto themselves, eyes blacked outBeaks suddenly visible,Their organs on displayWoven neatly through their severed bodies.I throw up again and again and again."København" and "Deli Dream" originally appeared in the spring 2013 issue of American Literary Magazine.