In Review: Into the Woods
Before the show even starts, the new production of Into the Woods at the Oxford Playhouse is charged with playful magic. The actors are lit in cloudy, white light: two share a short embrace; another paces side-to-side in deep focus; some of the company hold hands in a tight circle and start a
PRESSURE POINT: Liberals are fighting fascism with protractors
“I studied the arm angles … His arm would have been stiffer, and he would have stood differently – and, in any case, really, why would he?” —Andrew Marr. During the inauguration celebrations, jubilant at the power that was ascending upon him, Elon Musk propelled a stiff right
A peek into the woods
As I walk into the Shulman Auditorium in the Queen’s College I am greeted by curious eyes: I’m a strange new addition to the Into the Woods cast’s intimate ecosystem. Most of them lean into each other while listening to the directors’ instructions, giggling at whispered jokes. Others
ARTIST SPOTLIGHT: Lillian Tagg
‘Fresh Linen’ Oil on board, 30 x 30 cm ‘Fresh Linen’ is a study of maternal care and formative memories through fabric. Referenced from a found photograph, the work aims to capture the intimacies of formative touch and familial relationships. I particularly attempted to po
Beginning with Beauvoir: my philosophical coming-of-age
I became a feminist at fourteen, swept along by an unlikely combination: a nagging sense that something wasn’t quite right about our single-sex sex ed classes taught by stern Catholic teachers; a delicate objection my mother made to my father about Femen (“Yes, public disorder and
Icon of the Week: Coco Cottam
Coco Cottam is no stranger to Icon of the Week. A former features director herself, Coco knows the highs and lows of the Icon cycle far better than I do. But as much as we here at The Isis might wish this to be the reason why Coco is so well known across Oxford, it […]
The Isis view on the ceasefire
Image courtesy of Free Malaysia Today. The ceasefire is here, but global solidarity is still missing. “When a ceasefire is announced, I will just run. No one ask me where. I myself don’t even know. I will just run and run. Maybe to a space in this city, maybe to my old solitude, maybe [&h
PRESSURE POINT — We did start the fire, it was always burning
Last week, the Guardian published an article titled “What is Happening in Los Angeles Is Our Future.” I disagree. What is happening in Los Angeles is not a glimpse into some distant future—it is our present, and it is our fault. Climate change is not looming on the horizon; it is
Confessions from the committee bench
A night at the Oxford Union bears no pretensions on the matter of its own pretentiousness. Dressed in silk and satin, members of committee weekly perform a ritual of faux-poshness: President’s drinks first; followed by a three course meal; before entering the Debate Chamber to nod politely