Solange’s visual album for “When I Get Home” was a toast not just to black culture, but to black American southern culture, afrofuturism, and the rise of the weird black girl.
A year into stanning, I haven’t lost steam for Taylor Swift’s “reputation.”
September and October slung a lot of fabulous new music my way and I’m still recovering.
Just by chance, I was able to make my way down to D.C. to be apart of history. Here is what that week-long endeavor was like.
Proceeds will go to Everytown for Gun Safety and Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords’ organization.
For my Shakespeare final, I turned my Beatrice and Benedick head canon into a playlist.
Reggae, hip-hop and grime: these genres are valid and deserve to be recognized as English.
Somewhere between a diner and “dame más gasolina,” we paid £10 to listen to 50 Cent.
The best princess since Brandy, circa 1997.
Spoiler alert: it is not the pub.