If you caught Sunday night’s episode of Girls, you’ll remember that the show introduced a new character named Mimi Rose Howard, who went to RISD and graduated with a BFA in Sculpture. If this reference whet your appetite for gallery-hopping at the neighborhood art school, you’re in luck! Thursday is packed with back-to-back openings. May you meet many young artists who go by “a woman’s name and a man’s name with a flower stuck in the middle of it.”
Event: Apparel Department Opening Reception
Location: Woods-Gerry House, 62 Prospect St.
Time: 6 – 7:30 p.m.
This exhibition will showcase the work of RISD’s Apparel undergraduates: consider it the Providence version of Fashion Week.
RISD’s version of the Whitney Biennial, this show highlights new work by the artists and designers who teach at RISD. The museum guarantees a show as diverse as RISD’s course catalog, boasting apparel, textiles, painting, printmaking, ceramics, glass, sculpture, illustration, photography, jewelry, metal-smithing, graphic design, industrial design, architecture, landscape architecture, interior architecture, film, animation, digital media, furniture, and more.
Ah February, the month of love. BlogDH is here to let you know about all the newly released baby-making albums and steamy live shows to take your boo to. Fair warning, by the time it’s too late to make a dinner reservation, tickets are probably sold out.
As far as the 14th goes, you have two options for shows in the area. You could go to Boston’s Brighton Hall and see Phox, or you could stay local and see Michael Franti at the Met. Phox played Newport Folk Fest this summer and they’re basicallyNPR’sfolkdarlings. They’ve just wrapped up a tour opening for the Head and the Heart, which stopped in Providence. I had the pleasure of going, and the displeasure of almost constantly being sandwiched between couples in the crowd. Despite the friendly, “They’re like my brothers!” vibe the lead singer gives off, this is not a concert you want to bring your friend to. Bring anyone you want to Michael Franti, though; this song is too catchy for things to ever get awkward.
I’m not the biggest fan of February. It’s the short, weird month. It’s also the month that produces those annoying eight-year-olds who adamantly claim they’re only two years old. (Honestly, what the hell is February 29th?) The only thing I enjoy about February is that it’s the month of love. Although Valentine’s Day was two weeks ago, let us use the final day of the month celebrate love one last time. Instead of talking about romantic, filial, or family love, I want to honor the other types of “love”…after the jump. Continue Reading
It’s the end of February. We’ve endured four months of sub-freezing temperatures, rain, snow, sleet, and general grey-ness. Spring is supposed to be coming, but it still gets dark around 5 p.m. Suddenly, the entire campus becomes overwhelmed in a collective hopelessness, a mass movement of misery that drives us away from the textbooks and towards the waffle fries.
9 a.m. class? Pssh, you’re lucky if I’m out of bed by noon. Screw orgo. Homework? Please, there’s whole seasons of Keeping Up With the Kardashians on Netflix to keep up with. The Ratty? Yes please, I suddenly feel like eating everything, including scrod (whatever the hell that is). Going out? Nah, it’s a much better idea to lie on the floor in fetal position and silently attempt to fill the lack of love in my life with a giant tub of EasyMac.
Basically, the whole campus — male and female — has a communal case of PMS.
There’s a name for this phenomenon: Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). This is not to be confused with Singles Awareness Day. We joke, but SAD is a real and serious problem. If you suffer from the winter doldrums, you’re not alone.