Carpenter Hall: Olivia Cole

When I see Olivia in this outfit, I imagine her smugly walking through the streets of an unknown city, coat pulled tight around her body, heedless of the scruffy-looking locals watching her with suspicion. 

But, instead of kicking down the door of a sketchy little joint on a side street and demanding justice, she sweetly steps into a tea shop off of Main and orders a cup of Earl Grey.

Ladylike, but in control.

A New Dallas

I saw this on WALKABLE Dallas-Fort Worth and was excited about the idea: http://anewdallas.com/ 

Thank you, googlemaps. The arrow is pointing to IH 345.

 Let's rip out IH 345, which divides Downtown from Deep Ellum and reinstate the traditional urban grid. The movement points out that the purpose of transportation is bringing people and goods together, not driving them apart. And, a gigantic highway through town drives people apart, literally. 

Big D, in the fifties.

Would this be better than building more parks over highways? Yes, yes it would.

(t)urbanism

So the other night, I decided it would be a good idea to remove my scarf from my neck and put it on my head.  This, I subsequently realized, was an excellent decision. I also baked a pumpkin pie and drank pumpkin beer, both of which were also good decisions (don't worry, I wasn't drinking alone).

Emma S. goes Emma Peel with her neon cheetah-print dress and bright pink turban.

Wrapping one's head (I hesitate to say, 'wearing a turban,' because I might be accused of 'cultural appropriation,' even though wearing some sort of scarf around one's head is a fairly universal custom that has been practiced by both men and women all over the globe. I could keep going about this... but whatever) needs to make a comeback.

It's freakishly comfortable and just weird enough to turn heads.

The Tallest Man on Earth

If you spend much time around me, you've probably realized that I am obsessed with The Tallest Man on Earth right now. Kristian Matsson has a delightfully raspy voice and a skillful hand at the guitar.

Although he's from Sweden, he writes in English. But, he writes well. Matsson's brand of neo-folk is not the trite, not-quite-Biblical nonsense that Mumford and Sons has been churning out. It is delicate, understated, and beautiful; it does not require overly dramatic banjo bridges to get its point across.

Indeed, Matsson conveys an immense soul all by his lonesome. Just one man and a guitar.

Oh, and did I mention? He rides horses.

Bob Dylan: musical fashion icon

Earlier I wrote a post about William Faulkner as a fashion icon for UD men. Well, this post is a continuation in that theme. 

 There is another and notable brand of man at this school. This kind does not model himself off of pipe-smoking Southern gentlemen. Rather, he takes as his icon Bob Dylan.

Disheveled shirts, old blue jeans, a cigarette, and expressive eyebrows, these are his accoutrements of choice.

Chances are, he will also adorn himself with a guitar, or maybe a mandolin. He is known to skip class on occasion, generally for the purposes of playing music. He may be mistaken for a hobo.

I'm sure you can think of some names.

Carpenter Hall: Dr. Grewal

We all know Dr. Grewal is one of the best-dressed faculty members at this school.

I love how she combines school-girlishness (the oxfords, knee-highs, floral buttons on her sweater) with subdued elegance.

She's just too cute. And she knows Greek.

The Mall near Braniff

He looks so picturesque there with hat and book.