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Liquid Margins

By Lucy Lönnqvist This piece first appeared as a featured article in volume 95, issue four of Pelican. You can view our print archive here. Tasked ...

Taylor Swift, we need to talk

Every so often, I find myself in conversations with acquaintances, friends, and family over the unavoidable topic of Taylor Swift. Unavoidable because, in 2023 and 2024, it seemed as if Swift was everywhere and everything.

Modern sculpture: Seventy-five years since the Leps hoax

Seventy-five years ago today, the staff and students of UWA were treated to a lecture by the esteemed Monsieur Jean Leps. Leps was an up-and-coming Alsatian-American avant-garde modernist sculptor who had only recently burst onto the fine art scene with the release of his book In My Little Finger by Sprunz and Scribner, a New York publishing house. In a stroke of good fortune, the St George’s College Fine Arts Society had managed to procure his services for a brief lecture in Winthrop Hall.

A Scottish traverse

Winding south through the glens and past the burns, I’d always had rose-tinted glasses for Scotland. This single taxi trip in November fog both encapsulated and resolved the inexplicable sense of want that had been welling up in the back of my mind for years. My personal connection to Skye itself was non-existent. I’d strained for a legitimate claim among my friends to justify my obsession with the music, literature, and history of a place I had the most passing of passing connections to. It strikes me now that there are some emotions and connections that have no basis in reason but are somehow stronger than even the most forensic. In my case, studying south of the border allowed a good pretext for escape, and the final vindication of a long-held desire. This week was a revelation for me, leaving an impression of the warmth and humour of Scotland’s people and the stark beauty and strange dignity offered by its nature and architecture.