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Sex, Drugs, and Rock n’ Roll: the Aestheticization of Counterculture
By Agnes Volland

    It’s the cusp of spring, and Haight-Ashbury is already in full bloom. Kaia and I step off the 7 bus and the main strip is an explosion of colors, lined with smoke shops, markets, record stores, tibets, and vegan burger joints. Street vendors peddle beaded jewelry, crystals, incense, and sheets of LSD. The murals are an escape from everyday life, an homage to Wonderland, Oz, and Neverland—rainbows and mushrooms and flowers and twinkling stars. Once the epicenter of sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll, Haight-Ashbury is now a thrifting hotspot, a day trip for college students seeking an excuse to blow their savings on second-hand leather jackets, and Kaia and I are no exception. We spend the afternoon sifting through racks of tie-dye, graphic tees, bralettes, and patched denim.


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My Best Friend’s Tattoo of the Vitruvian Man
By Ramitha Nagarajan

    i. nascence/preservation
This is not about religion, but the preface is still necessary.

    It first started at age four with Hindu religious comic books, which I’m pretty sure are a rite of passage for any Indian kid undergoing subtle religious indoctrination imposed by grandparents who buy them the entire Amar Chitra Katha (which literally translates to Immortal Picture Story) series at birth. And when I expressed even the slightest interest in a book with thousand-year old saints speaking English living in supersaturated green forests, I was already gripping at the concept of detachment, but fell at risk of adopting a romanticized version of it that would haunt me for years...”


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Bodily Proof
By Isabella Shin

    In the history of my body, I think we should start with my heart. When I was born, it had a hole in it, a tiny crack, small enough only for a needle to go through. I was kept in the hospital for an extra two weeks and gave my parents a lot of grief. But the thing about the body is that it wants to be good for you, give you the best blood, the best oxygen. So the hole healed, I got to go home, and my heart looked like everyone else’s. Or so I suspect—I’ve never seen my heart, just felt it on nights when I get scared.


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Walkable Communities
By Emma Garcia

    For the majority of my childhood, I lived on the corner of a street in an unassuming suburb. My elementary school was only about ten minutes away from my house, so many of my neighbors doubled as my friends and classmates. Countless memories include using my house phone to call the homes of my friends, rallying together to play in someone’s front yard until we disbanded for our respective dinners.


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Rumpelstiltskin’s Tower
By Cherry Wu

    Let me tell you a little story that ended faster than it began.

    You used to wrap yourself in the promises of fairy tales,
comforted by Prince Charming and the true love’s kiss,
the magic of a flying carpet across your constellations.



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The Road Best Traveled:
Choosing Berkeley Over My East Coast Dreams
By Katy Durand

    I never even thought about applying to UC Berkeley. Hell, my college counselor didn't even suggest the school until a last-minute thought spurred on the day the UC application closed. It wasn’t that I— or Dave...”


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Recent Articles


Spring 2024
  • Sex, Drugs, and Rock n' Roll
  • My Best Friend's Tattoo
  • Bodily Proof
  • Walkable Communities
  • The Road Best Traveled
  • Rumpelstiltskin’s Tower



Fall 2023
  • On Braces and Bedsheets
  • Between the Sixth and Seventh Floor
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  • A Masculine Crisis
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Spring 2023
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  • Ignore Grief
  • On Vanity
  • Home, However and Wherever That Is
  • A Collective Carousel
  • How Mohamad Practices Memory
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Fall 2022
  • The Naked Lady
  • A Letter About Stockholm Syndrome
  • Death To Follicles
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Spring 2022
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Fall 2021
  • On Modernity and Sound
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Spring 2021
  • Fawziyah’s Poetry Book
  • Finding Solitude Again
  • Ecocentrism and Storytelling



Fall 2020
  • A Quarantine Conversation with Rowan O’Bryan
  • Woman In Red
  • Pests In My Garden
  • What It Means To Be "Here"
  • A Moment of Community
  • Surveillance and Otherness
  • Ammonite Reflection
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Fall 2019
  • How BARE Helped to Create the Makeup Museum
  • “Good” Music 
  • So Long, Marianne
  • Virgil Abloh and the Aesthetics of Post-Irony
  • Atheism: A Catholic School Education
  • The Naked Lady
  • Run-Down and Beautiful
  • Marsha P. Johnson Wore “Euphoria” Makeup
  • A Silken Reflection
  • Logophilia
  • Inspiration: the A-Sides and B-Sides of Fashion
  • 21st Century Renaissance
  • “Stella Fortuna” – Girl, Destroyed?
  • Light Begets Light: On the Poetry of Home
  • Golden Fantasies, Gilded Realities
  • Laying Bare: Candidates’ Fashion Sensibilities
  • “Normal People” – Frustrations Both Read and Real
  • FAST Walking



Spring 2019
  • A Face Mask Fixes It All, Right?
  • The Sound and the Fury: Activism in the Digital Age
  • Welcome to Alessandro Michele’s Fashion Revolution
  • Gaspar Noé’s Climax: A Dance of Little Death
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