Rory Sykes
Visually stimulating
As this is my last column, I thought I would switch up the form a bit and return to my original inspiration for this column: people watching.
In lieu of incoherent ramblings, I instead present to you …
Museums turn art into a stale commodity
Leo Steinberg is a god. For those not in attendance at his lecture last week, you missed out on a public chastisement of all pretenders in the field of art history and criticism for their frequent bet…
How much fun is photographing yourself having fun?
My past few weeks have included a visit by a close friend leaving the country indefinitely, a vomit-inducing migraine, studying for the soul-crushing onslaught of midterms, countless hours of work in …
The Young and the Tactless, the Old and the Beautiful
My beloved roommate frequently likes to remind me that my major, Art History, is the major of choice for future trophy wives (FYI, English Literature and Classics are the other top contenders). A genu…
My Friday night sights
Growing up in Chicago fostered within me a deep appreciation for the anonymity of large, public spaces. In cities, you brush up against people, you overhear their conversations, you inhale them … and …
Curation of Frida Kahlo exhibit fails to live up to expectations
After my thorough disappointment over Renoir being the big Fall show at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, I was greatly looking forward to the Frida Kahlo exhibition. To be totally honest, my knowledge …



