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Spring is here, which means ditching the old winter coats and pulling out a whole new wardrobe. What better way to be inspired than to attend the upcoming Princeton Fashion Week events, hosted by the Princeton Sustainable Fashion Initiative. On the first real day of spring, Street caught up with Carmina Mancenon ’14 and Megan Partridge ’14, two of the three co-founders of Princeton’s Sustainable Fashion Initiative, and asked them to “disclothes” some more information about SFI and Princeton Fashion Week.
By THE DAILY PRINCETONIAN OPINION STAFF
Ladies and gentlemen, presenting the first governor of Florida, the hero of the Battle of New Orleans and the baddest boy you’ve ever seen — your president, Andrew fuckin’ Jackson. He promises to kick the sissy, frilly National Republicans out of the White House — but more importantly, he solemnly swears to be the kind of sexy, flawed rockstar that would make your parents have a conniption.
By KELLY RAFEY
By CHRISTINE WANG
By TJ Smith
By GRACE LIN
By STREET STAFF
By VIVIAN LUDFORD & LIN KING
Senior Thesis Production: “Weehawken”
By ZOE PEROT
eXpressions’ upcoming spring show, “Evolve,” seems appropriately named considering the group’s evolution since its founding in 1979. eXpressions was Princeton’s first student-run dance company and tended to favor jazz back in the 1980s. Few realize that eXpressions is only a de facto all-female company. There is no clause in the company’s charter that states it will refuse male auditionees, and understandably so, considering the group was originally co-ed. However in recent years, the company has earned a campus reputation as the all-female lyrical dance company filled with girls looking to continue their competition days. Publicity chair Silvia Lundgren ’15, confessed to initially having a negative image of the company as one of the less serious dance groups.
By CAROLINE HERTZ
Under the artistic direction of Lili Driggs ’14, Raks Odalisque’s “Arabian Nights” packs a lot of different pieces into a show with a run time well under two hours. Beyond the vibrant costumes and impressive sword and pot-balancing tricks, “Arabian Nights” offers more creative and conceptual pieces that help diversify the program. While some of these artistic endeavors are better executed than others, you can expect an entertaining show supported by comical fillers — all you bros out there, make sure to practice your body rolls and hip isolations before the show — and committed dancers.
Theater: Student Playwrights Festival
Not all of them are angry, and not all of them are men, but the characters in Princeton Chinese Theatre’s production, “12 Angry Men” must overcome their differences to reach a unanimous decision that will determine whether another person will live or die. This play, directed by Bobby Chengming Zhu ’13, is a translation into Mandarin Chinese of the famous film “12 Angry Men,” which was released in 1957. In this play, a 18-year-old boy has been tried for allegedly murdering his father, and a guilty verdict carries a mandatory death sentence. The plot revolves around the discussions among the jurors as they debate the reliability of witnesses and evidence and as they explore their own prejudices.
Thoreau had walden. Renoir and Matisse had Saint-Paul-de-Vence. Hemingway had Cuba. Across time and generations, artists have been captivated and inspired by spaces. Their inspiration often stems from the environment around them: the people, culture and other artists pursuing their creative ambitions. Next year, a group of Princeton students will join this pursuit as a part of the Edwards Collective. The Mathey Arts and Humanities Residence is bringing together 20 students to live on the third floor of Edwards Hall and create an atmosphere that facilitates creative expression and artistic collaboration.
We met long before my introduction to the Bubble, in my junior year of high school. He was a football player; I was a cheerleader and it was cute, cliched and comfortable. Our relationship started out of mutual attraction and then blossomed into something real. He didn’t understand my interest in schoolwork, just as I didn’t understand his obsession with sports, but despite our not having much in common, we were happy together for a year and a half, even when he was in college one state away.