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Make It Work: SU fashion design students intern for New York Fashion Week
By Amity Paye
By 11 a.m. Sunday, Sasha Becker, a freshman fashion design major, had been up for hours, running into a New York City Starbucks to get coffee for Jill Stuart's Mercedes-Benz New York Fashion Week team. It wasn't quite anything related to fashion, but Becker didn't mind.
Digital television transition faces a rocky transition
By Matthew Bellezza
In light of the upcoming (or so we hope) transition to digital television, I thought I might fill in some of the blanks for anyone who is a bit confused about what exactly is happening. The Federal Communications Commission originally planned to cut broadcasting of basic cable on Feb.
Common cause: Biggest names in indie music collaborate on HIV/AIDS awareness album
By Tuan Le
Featuring both indie greats and rising stars, "Dark Was The Night" stands apart from other compilations of its kind. and The album is the 20th release of the Red Hot Organization, an international charity that raises money for HIV/AIDS awareness and research through artist collaborations in music, film and art.
Review: Asobi Seksu, "Hush"
By Ken Gilbert
Asobi Seksu is yet another Brooklyn-based band that's been basking in the limelight as of late. Its new record, "Hush," put out in the US by Polyvinyl, sounds like shoegaze's bastard child. This very safe record tries its best to synthesize the various sound canvases that came out of Great Britain during the late '80s and early '90s, but it seems to belittle the sounds of the European giants.
Review: Morrisey, "Years of Refusal"
By Dan Kaplan
Good news, Morrissey fans. Even as the master of torment nears 50, he shows no signs of slowing down. Sure, Moz's newest solo album, "Years of Refusal," features its share of depressing song titles, like "It's Not Your Birthday Anymore" or "I'm OK By Myself.
Review: Here We Go Again, Self-Titled
By Paola Capó-García
Here We Go Magic's self-titled debut drones out in the most unimpressive of ways. From one mediocre track to the other, it fails to capture even the semblance of an interesting concept. Once you're done with this nine-track bore, you'll kick yourself for wasting 38 minutes of your life.
