Featuring an interview with Maureen Raymo, the Director of the Lamont-Doherty Core Repository at the Lamont-Doherty Earth Observatory of...

The second installment of a graphic series detailing interviews with Columbia’s spiritual advisors on the definition of happiness. By Kat...

Tackling Ashkenormativity. By Noa Fay. A Jewish woman. If you are an American reading this, you likely pictured an Ashkenazi woman—a...

On the inflatable rat, dining alone, student voter turnout, and the politics of Zoom names. By Raquel Turner, Hailey Ryan, Sylvie Epstein...

The first installment of a graphic series detailing interviews with Columbia’s spiritual advisors on the definition of happiness. By Kat...

How to Do Fall Like a Brooklyn Alt-Indie Chick. The complete guide to looking like you’ve attended every LCD Soundsystem show. By Malia...

By Benjamine Mo Ours is a community of change. As our institution contends with the existential threats of disease and dispersal, student...

By Jaden Jarmel-Schneider Uwade Akhere, CC ‘21, launched her singing career at a ’70s themed fifth-grade talent show. She’d grown up in...

Oscar yi Hou, CC ‘20, paints people—not just as bodies, nor as the reduced, essentialized products of liberal identity politics, but people

By Sam Needleman Bereft of cohesion, and hardly expecting any looming events to provide it, our editors chose to bind this issue of The...

Well, this just won’t do, thought Verily as he opened President Bollinger’s infamously verbose, oft-lampooned email announcing the complete

Sergio Peçanha on visual storytelling, journalism in the Trump era, and keeping your head up in the face of absurdity.

It was a Thursday morning in September and, like any self-respecting undergraduate woefully majoring in English, I opened The New Yorker app

#November2020

Attentive observers recognize that climate change impacts and is impacted by everything we do—from the food we eat to the energy we consume

The sun consumes the streets, rescuing the asphalt from the burgeoning October chill.

I always knew I’d lose my virginity in college.

While the Core Curriculum may advertise itself as the immovable benchmark of the Columbia experience, it has yielded to widespread pedagogic

I face the blank page this evening, not with the usual feeling of joyful, mildly overconfident abandon I have grown so accustomed to

Illustration by Maya Weed #November2020