vol. 16, issue 3.

The Eye

Brooke Robbins sat down with Olympic figure skater Sasha Cohen to ask about the Winter Olympics and her life at Columbia.

Sheryl Sandberg is still doing her feel-good-corporate-neoliberal-faux-feminism thing, in case you’d forgotten her in the five minutes since her last project.

I could see why the Strand thought its Rare Books Room might make for a good first date.

It's that time of year again—Valentine's Day (or, as we bitter Columbians call it between huge mouthfuls of Westside cookies, "galentine's day"). We took it upon ourselves to map out your evening of love in advance, whether you're half of a happy couple, single and ready to mingle, or somewhere in between.

There is no Bitcoin billboard in Fort Greene, or even a sign. I was somewhat surprised to discover this after getting off the A train at Lafayette Avenue. After all, I was in the supposed hub of Bitcoin in New York City, so wouldn’t they want to shout it from the rooftops?

Sarah Kerson examines the value of a Master of Fine Arts degree, talking to students, administrators, and artists about their experiences navigating the competitive New York City art world.

The Museum of the Moving Image is an underrated gem in northwest Queens.

My first memory of Valentine’s Day is my second-grade teacher giving my class brown paper bags, red glitter glue, and 3-D heart stickers a few days before the 14th to decorate our own personal Valentines mailboxes, where we were expected to deposit notes for our friends (and Hershey’s Kisses).