• miranda villlaneuva

    fried chicken in the snow

    a tasty delivery option for the end of winter

    April 26, 2018
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    Where else but Providence does it snow in April? And then hail in April. And then rain all week. And then snow again. But where else can you get food from one of Bon Appetit’s Best New Restaurants of 2017 delivered right to your door? And at a reasonable price, too. Providence, it turns out, […]

    words worth a thousand pictures

    introducing the ivy film festival’s screenplay selections

    April 12, 2018
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    The Ivy Film Festival’s Screenplay committee, led by Daniel Wayland ’18 and Dominique Pariso ’18, has been working hard for the past year. While the Screenplay department perhaps lacks the glamour of Programming or Industry, which schedules celebrity guests, Screenplay champions the most underrated creators of film: student writers. Submissions come from across the country […]

    Animal Instinct

    At the movies: Isle of Dogs

    April 6, 2018
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    Wes Anderson can milk the hell out of a dead dog. In the director’s Moonrise Kingdom (2012), Snoopy, the trusty pooch belonging to the boys from Camp Ivanhoe, is impaled by a stray arrow, making him the one fatality in a movie that includes devastating floods, a troop of preteens armed with axes, and a […]

    Country Music’s High Horse

    Kacey Musgraves returns with “Golden Hour”

    April 5, 2018
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    In 2012, recent The Voice alum RaeLynn premiered her debut single, questionably titled “God Made Girls,” which to a liberal ear praises women for serving their husbands. “Somebody’s gotta wear a pretty skirt / Somebody’s gotta be the one to flirt / Somebody’s gotta wanna hold his hand / So God made girls,” she sings […]

    scraps

    April 5, 2018
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    clogged in my sleep-deprived brain are crumpled scraps of paper i’ve been meaning to unscramble.   scrap one. “let’s go outside.” something-something about blackened grid-like sidewalks and noiseless streets roaming freely out of sheer post-midnight curiosity then melting into firm grounded steps steered by puddles and mushy dewy grass. scrap two. “talk to me.” something-something […]