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Historically, my family has bonded over Food Network. The Barefoot Contessa, Rachael Ray, Giada—my whole family would spend the weekends watching together and trying out recipes. Nowadays, we’ve shifted away from the big screen and towards the small, sending each other Instagram Reels from “Justine Snacks” or asking each other our thoughts on the latest Claire Saffitz croissant recipe.
At the boba shop where I worked this summer, I would often spend my time idly staring at the art on the walls. Among the canvases of blue lakes and rugged mountains, my favorite was an illustration of a pink cat perched atop a milk–tea bottle. With each piece of art marked with a price tag of $100, I found myself hoping that prospective owners would cherish these pieces made with hard work and clear, careful precision.
Name: Isaac Pollock
If you let Maryam Ali (E '25) talk to you about outer space, her eyes will light up with excitement. As I sat outside with Maryam during our interview, her animated explanations of how computer science can be used to make objects from hot air balloons to rockets fly up into the air were vivid enough that even I—a liberal arts girl to my core—just might show up to the next Penn Aerospace Club General Board Meeting. Shaped by her experiences as a student with family far from home, Maryam knows the importance of creating community while at Penn—whether she’s bonding with residents as a RA for Harrison College House, or engaging excited freshmen at an engineering club fair.
In another life, MJ Lenderman is no more than an unnamed guitarist backing Karly Hartzman in Wednesday, the Asheville grunge group of which Lenderman remains a member. There would be worse fates; Wednesday’s critical acclaim and crossover appeal among fans of indie rock, punk, and alternative country have given them a devoted, if not massive, following.
At Street, we care about craftsmanship, and I’d like to think we'd like to think we can tell a good bag from a bad one—an authentic piece from a Canal Street counterfeit. We're also avid Locust–watchers. When we see your bag, we don’t just see you. I’m scrutinizing the stitch counts and the burnishing, the plated bag straps and the hue of the hardware. Before we make eye contact, we've scanned the leather’s finish, whether it’s pebbled caviar or woven intrecciato, panel–quilted black or patent leather. Don’t even get us started on tweed. And those pesky monograms? They tell us all we need to know. So it pains me when we see a decent bag put to dubious ends—i.e., paired with a wack fit!
FRIDAY, AUGUST 16th
What makes an exhibition so immersive that it seamlessly draws viewers into both its external world and inner life? In The Illuminated Body, a new art exhibition by Seattle artist Barbara Earl Thomas at the Arthur Ross Gallery, viewers are invited to explore this very question.
As Allie Jiang (W ‘25) sat in front of Huntsman Hall, dressed as though she was ready to hit Pottruck at a moment’s notice, three people walked by to say “hi.” With each person she saw, her face lit up—as did theirs. That’s the type of person Allie Jiang is. From the moment you meet her, Allie will greet you with a hug and a smile so bright that it quite literally radiates joy.
Zoe Allaire Reynolds, known on stage and Spotify as Kississippi, is the exemplification of the Philly music scene: house–show roots, run–ins with shitty guys, and, of course, a collaboration with Jake Ewald of Slaughter Beach, Dog here and there.
What comes to mind when you think of summer? Brat? Finance internship in NYC?
During the witching hours of August 19th, 2021, I was drowning. Drowning in a sea of clothes, that is. It was half past 2 a.m. and I had to catch an 8 a.m. flight to Philly the next morning to start my freshman pre–orientation here at Penn. Like many other freshmen who arrived on campus two weeks ago, I severely overpacked.
“WARNING: The University Of Pennsylvania is Dangerous To Your Health,” reads the typed subhead on the 1972 Disorientation Guide, the first edition of the now regularly produced student activist response to Penn’s traditional, institutional orientation.
“As we get to know someone, we tug at a river of tendrils framing a person–shaped hole,” writes Sarahbelle Kim on her second Instagram account, Swimming Magazine.
As a kid, I wanted to be everything. My mom loves to tell the story of my kindergarten open house, where every child had drawn their dream job and placed it on their desk. Alongside all the abstract renditions of doctors, rock stars, and astronauts, I had simply drawn a question mark, captioned beneath with the words: “I don’t know.” After all, I was a kid who couldn’t even settle on a Halloween costume. (That year, I believe I was a “Friendly Ghost Superhero,” which was an improvement from “Rockstar Flower Fairy.”) When adults asked me what I wanted to be, I would pretentiously launch into a song where I listed every career I knew.
Going to college in Philly, we’re so often bombarded—on social media and IRL—with seemingly endless options for how to spend our free time. So, I’m delighted to announce that Street has done the hard part for you: We’ve rounded up what we think are the can’t–miss events for the month in one convenient place. If I’ve done my job right, there’ll be something in here for every one of our readers, no matter what you like to do with your weekends.
Dearest freshmen: So, you’ve survived New Student Orientation or you are recuperating after your first run–in with MERT. Now you’re probably coughing your way through classes, fighting the freshman flu, but don’t worry, we’ve all been there. While the sacred first semester of college will teach you to always wear shower shoes, definitely study for your Friday math quizzes, and to never forget to set a timer for your laundry, we’re here to teach you everything else you need to know to navigate life at Penn. Now that your family friendly NSO tours are over, Street’s writers and editors present to you our guide to Penn’s infamous landmarks and the lore behind them, as well as some of our favorite campus events and pastimes.
The beauty of boiler rooms exists in spite of the insipid, and frankly, disgusting conditions of the space itself. The beauty of Boiler Room, is that really, it can be created anywhere, can't it? It's a dingy, industrial space that defies all science—heat doesn't rise, but wraps like a damp blanket around you—and social conventions, where the DJ is within our eyeline, and frenetic, atmospheric beats aren't just something you hear, but also feel.
The Student Activities Fair crowds College Green every fall like a choose–your–own–adventure game. For a newly minted first–year student, each club is a different path down a unique Penn experience—and at the club fair, they’re all trying to get your attention. Handmade poster boards, innovative merch, and sometimes a glossy magazine grace nearly every single table, marketing consulting clubs, pre–professional organizations, and fun social groups. Like open doors, they provide a peek into what life might look like for the next four years. And for first years, those possibilities spark all kinds of new questions, with scenarios they never even thought could become a reality—“Should I rush a business frat?” or “Is pre–law in the cards for me? Do law schools like service clubs?” or “What if I joined a club sport?”
Walking into the Institute of Contemporary Art on Penn’s campus, the inaugural work of the Entryways project greets you: Nontsikelelo Mutiti’s cut–vinyl depiction of ironwork and braided hair calls upon African craftsmanship and memories of the design and textures that have guarded her life. The curling imagery pays homage to the protective hairstyles and gates found in African communities around the globe: particularly, Mutiti’s motherland of Zimbabwe and neighborhoods in Brooklyn. The ornate visage adds to the otherwise flat, modernist architecture of the building.
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