Dara Swan and Dayna Weissman
Dara Swan ‘21 interviews Noa Lin ‘21.
We are excited to announce the beginning of a new project in collaboration with Myles Johnson (2022): The Tiny Dorm Concert Series. This series features Wesleyan artists sharing their music, visual art, and creative writing. If you would like to be featured, contact Myles at email@example.com.
Stay tuned for more to come!
A photo series
Before we begin, it is in my interest to inform you: I do not have a penis.
"I own a wedding dress... I was thrift shopping with a friend and I was like, “I’m going to try it on. It looks like it will fit”. And it fit me literally perfectly; it was insane. And I bought this probably when I was fourteen, I had no need. And I spent all my money, like sixty bucks."
"Michael and I have matching tattoos--we were both on the bomb squad in Afghanistan--and we actually didn’t know each other when we got these tattoos."
"My dad first introduced me to the José Martí poem book when I was really young, probably ten or so. He was like, 'Belén, I know the first five pages of this book by heart.' He gave me the book when I was about ten years-old, and he would open it up and say, 'Okay, tell me if I’m right.' He just recited the first five pages, and as a ten year old I was like, 'What the fuck, Dad?'"
“‘I like just being near them. And I think that’s the thing about books: just physically being near books that you love is a very centering thing. The other week I was kind of stressed and confused, so I picked up Angels in America and read my favorite scenes from it. It made me instantly feel better, and I think that’s what books do.’”
Images by Lucie Plasse
Inspired by Italian fashion photographer Mario Testino's very own "Towel Series", Lucie Plasse '20 spent her spring semester taking black & white portraits of some of her fellow Wesleyan students - replacing actors, actresses and models with her college friends
"Everyone knows an asshole. The asshole is the ever-present drunk teen clawing at your car window, or the grumpy and neglectful dad who spends all of his Sundays glued to his TV set, stocking all the chips.