A few Emerson fashion aficionados have also attributed many of the popular upcoming spring styles to times past—throwbacks ranging from the later 1900s to our semi-recent childhoods.
With basic knowledge of Boston’s neighborhoods and surrounding towns, however, it’s easier to navigate through the process, and to find a fit that meshes with your top priorities, and most importantly, your budget.
I felt like Alice, having just stepped into a less threatening but just as bizarre of a Wonderland.
Herstory Month, taking place from March 10 to April 5, is being hosted on campus by the sorority Sigma Pi Theta.
"This prom is happening in June because a handful of students got together every week and made calls, organized, and planned." -Pamela Mora, president of A Prom to Remember: Emerson
"I passed by a whole group of actors who had just finished a scene. But I had to keep my cool." -Jesse Sheehan, prop intern for Mad Men
The key to being remembered for all the right reasons is to get out of the four block radius around Emerson and make the night a worthy memory.
The crowd was silent. They were waiting for the introduction of the 2014 Emerson College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational team.
The Dutch long ago implemented freedoms that are just beginning to be discussed in the states, like regulated prostitution, marijuana legalization, and same sex marriage.
Trends and Tolstoy, the personal blog of a book lover, tells you how to do just that, and provides readers with anything from fashion show coverage to step-by-step tutorials.
On Feb. 20, now cancer-free 25-year-old Suleika Jaouad spoke at Emerson for the second time in the past year, in the Bill Bordy Theater to a group of over 20 people.
Emerson students practiced balancing on their left legs with their right legs bent back, knees facing down. They stretched their left arms towards the ceiling, inhaling, their right hand on their right foot.
I love a solid online date, but I have felt a lot more comfortable going out with people I’ve met in person.
On a Sunday afternoon, as people milled around waiting for the next outbound train to enter the Harvard Square station, the faint tapping of a solitary typewriter echoed off the underground walls, breaking the silence. Where the sound originated, freshman Gabe Kittle sat, his tall frame hunched over the machine. Beside him laid a box filled with poetry booklets and some change, as well as a sign that read, “I sell poems for a living, donations accepted.”
"We don't want to be exclusive to Emerson." -Sophomore visual and media arts major Benjamin Hillman