Hilary Faxon
Hilary Faxon
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Faxon: When baring flesh, it's all about context
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On Easter Sunday, I opened my inbox to two emails announcing events for the following evening: one was Take Back the Night, an annual event to show support for victims of sexual violence; the other was an invitation to the annual senior event “Exotic Erotic.” Tagline: “Less is more.”
Senior wants it Fresh
My advice: for best results, you want your energy on the mat to match your energy in the bedroom — neither too brutal and self-punishing (Bikram) nor too lethargic and touchy-feely (low-light hatha yoga).
Foot Filosophy
Each August, we FOOT leaders have the pleasure and the challenge of guiding the next generation of Yalies through the backcountry of New Eengland. How do we do it? We know a thing or two about bearbags and maps ... then again, not really. Mostly, it’s about creating the unique FOOT experience, and that’s made possible by the FOOT philosophy.
middle school > college
Most of us don’t have fond memories of middle school. Certainly not me: the retainers, the training bra that refused to “train” my pectoral muscles into breasts and — wait for it — the purple titanium leg brace. To say nothing of the social traumas, like the time my mean AIM gossip was printed out and posted around the school or the fact that my first “boyfriend” had a rattail … and wasn’t Ad Walker, my middle school life was merely one long ride on the struggle bus.
Anne Frank on strings
When the lights come up on an eerily-lit Anne Frank marionette dictating from her diary on a bare stage, we knows we’re in trouble. What kind of perverse mind would dream up this utterly creepy creature?
Chunk in the trunk
We were an odd couple. As a child, I was allergic to peanuts, carrying double EpiPens in a purple fanny pack to ward off anaphylactic shock. At age seven, I attended five months of counseling to quell my attacks — whenever he came in the room I found myself nervous, short of breath, petrified that he would somehow slip his way over and touch my lips, perhaps sticking to an unwashed jam knife. When other kids pulled out the pb-and-j’s, I fled.
LaBute // Mamet = Beatz
There’s a ton of Yale theater going up this weekend, and it’s not your typical tried-and-true classics. In the next few days, audiences will witness two modern works by some of the most edgy and interesting artists out there, including David Mamet’s “Romance” and Neil LaBute’s “Bash: Latter-Day Plays.”
Faxon gets ‘Real’
Tom Stoppard takes a lot of flak among some theater critics for having all of the words and none of the heart.
“With Kings In the Back”
Like your typical high-schooler, Tessa Williams ’10 read “Catcher in the Rye” in English class. Like your typical nerd, she loved it.
Old bedfellows
A play with less than 10 pages of dialogue that lasts 25 minutes.