The DM Manual of Style
Fashion in itself is clearly an art form, with its plethora of shapes, lines, styles and designs.
Fashion in itself is clearly an art form, with its plethora of shapes, lines, styles and designs.
What is art and who gets to decide? These are complex questions that you most certainly won't find answers to in The Mirror.
Aryeh Drager / The Dartmouth Staff "Reduce, Reuse, Recycle" is a slogan as familiar to Dartmouth students as, "One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish." Emblazoned everywhere, from the paper cups in the dining facilities -- which, ironically enough, are not recyclable, though they are compostable -- to the posters hanging above the recycling bins in dormitories, Dartmouth is intent on promoting an environmentally friendly message. But are we, as in you and me, actually willing to listen?
'11 Sigma Delt: i haven't shaved my legs in so long that when the wind blows i can feel it in my hairs. Guy 1: This was the one thing I did sophomore summer that I actually felt good about: got a subscription to The Economist Guy 2: Now you know everything ... or at least look like you do. '09 Girl I: I wish gorf was a verb, "to gorf." '09 Girl 2: I'm naming my firstborn Gorf. '11 Alpha Phi: I really just want someone I can blitz/call up and be like let's meet up -- and we can go have good sex -- without me having to go out and play pong and drink first.
So, why are you so passionate about the environment? This is something I've thought a lot about, because I'm actually very interested from an activism and education standpoint about what connects people to the environment.
As the stock market is woefully unhip and insists on clinging to last year's trend of spiraling downward (so 2008, seriously), the College's financial expenditures continue to face intense scrutiny.
I'm a good little faux new age hippie. Although I don't own Birkenstocks or Doc Marten's, I'm from Vermont, my family composts, I eat organic, I like the Grateful Dead and I think that new vegetable garden at the White House is rockin'. I always use canvas bags on my Co-op runs, I don't litter, I own a BPA-free Nalgene and I think every high school kid should watch "An Inconvenient Truth" in science class.
You will encounter things throughout your life that are blessings in disguise. First, the blessing. It's Tuesday at 10:00 p.m.
Regular readers of Reboot and Rally know that I have a somewhat unusual obsession with personal hygiene products (see the Razors Wars of March 2, 2007 and the Old Spice review of Oct.
The tag read "Organic Cotton" in a scribled font, and had a little drawing of a leaf. Standing in Forever 21 browsing cheap T-shirts, I had to laugh at this attempt to be "green" at a store where $10 shoes reek of plastic (take my word for it; this smell never wears off) and lam is more ubiquitous than at American Apparel.
Each week, Amy examines a small group of students in order to understand the individual Dartmouth experience as part of a whole.
While last week's issue on fashion may not have been exactly my thing, I'm pumped for this week's issue -- energy reduction at Dartmouth.
'09 Girl: Wait, does Corona del Mar mean beer of the sea? '10 Guy 1: Yo, did you get that weird blitz about the rooster costume? '10 Guy 2: Yeah, I think Basilisk started tapping today. '12 Girl 1: Are you going out tonight? '12 Girl 2: No, I have no motivation.
"Fashion keeps me sane," Lauren Amery '10 says. As an economics major and aspiring financier, Lauren relies on her love for vintage jewelry and fashion styling to express her creative side.
Each week, Amy examines a small group of students in order to understand the individual Dartmouth experience as part of a whole.
Dear Erin, I'm, like, really freaking out about my first Spring term here at Dartmouth. Like, don't get me wrong, I'm super-pumped for fro-yo and Keystone again, but I'm feeling lost without my earflap hat and furry parka!
Let me preface this article by clearly stating that I know absolutely nothing about style. Yes, I pick up a copy of Esquire, GQ and Highlights before every flight, but don't let that fool you.
What exactly is it about the blooming season that dusts off that old libido and causes all of our hormones to run buck wild? It seems that Mother Nature, after lounging on her snowy bum for the lazy winter months, has suddenly been reawakened as a crazed nymphomaniac.
Alex Rivadeneira / The Dartmouth Senior Staff As we brainstormed theme ideas for this week's Mirror, we felt that an issue surrounding fashion seemed long overdue.