As rain falls gently upon Sproul Hall, Alok Vaid-Menon asked the audience a plaintive question: “Where do all the sad girls go?” Their voice lingers around the dome; their vocals layered by a loop station that filled the space with hypnotic charm
As rain falls gently upon Sproul Hall, Alok Vaid-Menon asked the audience a plaintive question: “Where do all the sad girls go?” Their voice lingers around the dome; their vocals layered by a loop station that filled the space with hypnotic charm