I had heard of the Blue Room before, but in about the same capacity that I’d heard of Blue Beard. Or Black Beard for that matter. It was something that had been mentioned once or twice in passing; most people didn’t know where it was or how to get there. It was Narnia and dual degree students seemed to be the only ones who knew how to climb through the wardrobe find it.
It wasn’t until my third year at RISD that I realized it was right in front of me the whole time. There it was, right on the way to Thayer. It wasn’t very blue, but it sold red velvet cupcakes the size of small children, so I was happy. A new place to spend all my income on pastries so close to studio, the Blue Room was a pleasant surprise. But I was a little shocked that it had taken me so long to realize it even existed, and that non-Brown students could go. Then it occurred to me: if I know so little about navigating the Brown greens after three years of living across the street, chances are there are probably a few Brown students who know just as little about RISD. Providence is small community, and yet Brown and RISD, while close in physical proximity, can feel so separate and far away from one another. Food could be a good way to bridge that gap. Because honestly, whats more compelling than a well-made sandwich?
Consider this course in your shopping schedule: a crash course on RISD dining. If you’re looking to return to Providence in the new year with some new places to eat, you probably will find that this course will provide you with invaluable information. Continue Reading
Last weekend marked the end of of what can only be described as a tumultuous Halloweek. For RISD kids, the week-long, homemade, half-assed costume binge that not even a hurricane could stop ended with one final display of costuming: Artist Ball. RISD’s only school run dance, Artist Ball is a spectacle of innovative and witty costumes and drunk students dancing like Luna Lovegood to loud dubstep. This year’s dance featured Chihuly Glass like balloon sculptures and live dance performances by Providence’s own Big Nazo puppets. Like every Artist Ball, people got separated from their friends in the huge crowd, everyone lost their coats, something funky got stuck in the chocolate fountain, and we found out that the quiet kid from your drawing section freshman year actually made a pretty convincing Lil Kim and could move his hips like Beyonce. Here’s a roundup of some of the best costumes from Artist Ball. Brace yourselves: these costumes will completely blow you away.
If you’ve ever wondered if modeling was your true calling but haven’t had a place to practice your Blue Steel or Tyra Smize, here’s something for you to try: On Thursday, October 11, from 7:00–9:00 p.m. the RISD apparel department is having an open casting call for student models (male or female; all shapes and sizes—short/tall, skinny/not skinny) to model garments for its fall and spring collections. Open call is at Market House. And just to clarify: no, it is not nude modeling for drawing class. All models will be fully clothed. Please come clothed.
Themed weddings. A good idea? A bad idea? Or a really, really ohsweetbabyjesus-what-were-Mom-and-Dad-thinking bad idea? I’m not talking about your standard beach or country wedding here. I’m talking about your Lord of The Rings-, Star Wars-, Avatar-, “Hello Kitty”-, Renaissance-, and Harry Potter-themed ceremonies. Because really, what could be more romantic than dressing weird Uncle Steve up as Chewbacca and listening to him toast to the new couple in perfect wookie shyriiwook?
If you walked down Benefit Street last Saturday around 12 p.m., chances are that you probably saw quite the spectacle at the First Unitarian Church. Three WWII soldiers, one Viking, a spattering of colonial women, a knight, and what seemed to be a very short Dementor were just some of the cast members assembled outside the church. At first glance, it looked like an eight-year-old’s birthday party—albeit a weird eight-year-old with a really offbeat sense of humor. But there were no children present (other than one small boy dressed up as a chimney sweep). In the center of the action were a man and a woman dressed in medieval garb. They kissed, the crowd cheered, and it all suddenly made sense—this ragtag group was a wedding party.