Media we think you would enjoy — but likely not as much as The Blue and White Magazine Maya Lerman , Editor-in-Chief: Hanif Abdurraqib,...

My unexpected Google Maps diary and the comfort of being a regular. By Zoe Gallis Illustration by Selin Ho Pandoras  is a Berlin church...

The art of physical movement as a means of personal expression.  By Sara Omer Illustration by Isabelle Oh After a thrilling and chaotic...

To the Freshmen … I imagine you’ve brought a personal litany of questions through Columbia’s gates. Many, I’m sure, are standard college...

Dance as an antidote to generational malaise. By Caroline Nieto Illustration by Em Bennet I lived on West 113th and Broadway for all of...

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Dispelling fear down the hill.  By Cecilia Zuniga  Illustration by Selin Ho Golden flecks of sunlight danced over Carmen’s smooth gray hair, streaming through the green canopy above us. We found ourselves sharing a bench as a low-hung 7 p.m. sun settled over Morningside Park. Her hands, reminding me of my own grandmother’s, were laced and resting gently across her stomach. With a pink children’s bike parked at her side, she kept a watchful eye over her granddaughter playing i

By Lily Ouellet and Marianna Jocas Affirmative: I need to pee. But no matter how much I fiddle with this towel, it only seems more likely...

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A quick look at the good work of Community Impact . By Chris Brown Illustration by Chris Brown Columbia has a secret class of students....

Lessons from a life between the lines .   By Bohan Gao Illustration by Iris Pope He saw literature as something living, something that...

CCSC’s Drag Bingo 2025: Hosted by Naomi Smalls; and the importance of queer spaces.  By Rocky Rūb Illustration by Em Bennet   A drag queen defines the scene. Her authenticity and audacity is contagious. She lip-syncs to a number by Lady Gaga or Diana Ross and I become less conscious of my vocal fry every time she jerks her wig or hits the floor. I was 18 when I entered my first gay bar, the (in)famous Playhouse in the West Village. It was before they adopted a TSA-grade ID sc

On writing amidst the plague. By Marvin Cho Illustration by Em Bennet All institutions, assumptions, and habits of normalcy in Oran had...

By Armando Javier Gimenez              The porch is a tether to the homeland. Flies circle the basil and ivy laid across wooden rails. A...

Translation and other inheritances. By Lily Ouellet Illustration by Selin Ho French may be the language of love, but for me it was always...

Meditations on bilingualism from a summer spent at home. By Zoe Gallis Towards the end of Homer’s Odyssey, we witness the titular...

On ephemera and utopian schemes. By Gabriela McBride Illustration by Isabelle Oh On 7th Street and 5th Avenue, tucked into a residential...

An infiltration of driverless cars. By Isabelle Oh Illustration by Isabelle Oh My first Waymo encounter was somewhere in my neighborhood...

On dreams, dissatisfaction, and discovery. By Elika Khosravani Illustration by Ines Alto This is how I remember time spent in my...

Airing some things out of the house. By Rocky Rūb Illustration by Em Bennett In an episode of the podcast, Talk Easy with Sam Fragoso,...