New York City – Confluence

Portrayals of Black Masculinity in Paid in Full

by Michael FlomPosted on February 20, 2021Interdisciplinary SeminarResearch

How do the film's varying portrayals of Black masculinity fuel the idolization of each of the three main characters?

Home: A Zine

by Xandi McMahonPosted on October 16, 2020October 22, 2020Independent ProjectPortfolio

What is home to you?

You’re Allowed to Leave

by Hannah YoungPosted on October 15, 2020Creative NonfictionIndependent Project

Lady Bird (2017) taught me more about my relationship with my hometown and the people in it in ninety-five minutes than I could figure out in nineteen years.

Cine-Love

by K. BovenziPosted on September 22, 2020September 23, 2020Advanced Writing CourseCreative Nonfiction

Pushing through twin doors at the end of the hall, I arrive at an empty theater. What have I come here for? What do I want the theater to do for me–to do to me?

Noli Me Tangere

by Annie FarnsworthPosted on September 12, 2020February 3, 2021Creative NonfictionInterdisciplinary Seminar

A queer sense of volume filling the ears with silence. Like a child’s hand in his hand. Body quivers and aches. Touch me not.

Recycling During the Covid-19 Outbreak

by Gabbi TsukamotoPosted on July 19, 2020Interdisciplinary SeminarResearch

A look at pandemic's effect on canning, the practice of collecting cans and bottles throughout New York City and returning them to redemption centers for money.

Monument Proposals for New York

by The Students of Patricia Eunji KimPosted on July 16, 2020July 16, 2020Interdisciplinary SeminarResearch

As racist statues topple, what will replace them? The students of Professor Patricia Kim’s Spring 2020 Interdisciplinary Seminar, "Women and Public Art" imagined the next generation of monuments for their final projects.

All My Voice Memos

by Maxwell Powers GlennPosted on May 18, 2020Arts WorkshopAudio

a collection of all my voice memos; field recordings from the outside world.

The Return

by Furqan SayeedPosted on May 12, 2020May 12, 2020FictionIndependent Project

“How am I supposed to connect to you, or anyone, if I don’t even know who I am!” I shouted as she slammed the door behind me. I left my girlfriend’s apartment in Spanish Harlem that rainy September night feeling strangely liberated.

Woman lying on a hill of grass with closed eyes

The Curious Account of How I Became a Ghost

by Lau GuzmánPosted on May 11, 2020May 11, 2020FictionIndependent Project

Sitting on an airplane, suspended somewhere over the gulf of Mexico, I stared numbly at the shapes and shadows flitting over the eight-inch screen in front of me —one I had thoroughly disinfected with a Wet One®. I wondered, was …

Manahata

by Rena IkenishiPosted on May 11, 2020First-Year Writing Seminar

Every day, we walk through the streets of New York. We are all caught up with our own lives and do not take the time to really look at what is going on around us.