The paths of Germany’s lustrous countryside were riddled with crushed leaves. Their dull, orange hue, an offbeat offset to the vibrant green captured in the surrounding vegetation on the hills. The deep midnight blue still present in the sky, a hint at the early hour.
It was a bright and sunny Saturday afternoon and while I didn’t find grilled cheesus, I did find a limit to my waistband at Melt It!, Pasadena’s self-proclaimed “Grilled Cheese Co.”
“Good things come in pink boxes” boasts the pink neon sign atop City Walk’s Voodoo Doughnuts. Inside the four pink walls, as I admired the revolving case of donuts in a sugar- induced trance, I realized a sign had never read so true.
A tiny figure in a tattered and bloodied yellow dress runs through the woods. Tripping over her own feet, she clutches her belly, throwing frantic glances behind her. This is the opening to Grace, a novel by PCC’s writer in residence Natashia Deon. The scene came to her, somewhere between daydream and hallucination, while in her home, clutching her newborn so, when she was transported to the 1850s Alabama woods. Feeling connected to the young slave woman, Deon felt compelled to tell her story.
“It’s your turn!” her teammates chastise, as utility Christy Lam laughingly serenades her audience during a game of UNO. The splashes and grunts in the nearby pool are drowned out by familiar 2000s bop, Cassie’s Me & You. The floor is strewn with beach towels and homemade snacks. Despite the loss, the atmosphere feels more like a pool party than a water polo tournament.
PCC water polo suffered their third loss of the season by a score of 3-16 against Cerritos College on Wednesday afternoon, giving them their lowest score of the season thus far.
Within the spacious and diverse walls of the Center for the Arts, lies a stage imprinted with the birth of confidence. The stage sits bare, its focal point a young woman, glamorously donned in street attire, wearing nerves as her accessories. Though only two sit in the audience, this is her most significant performance yet. As she opens her mouth to sing,her attention is not on the empty seats or her own two feet. Instead, she settles her gaze on one set of eyes. Their …
Tree-like street lamps line the road, their green iron trunks and ornate branches bear glowing orbs, guiding dog walkers and drivers alike. Most recently it was featured in the film “La La Land,” providing the romantic backdrop on which the main characters shared an intimate stroll. The flat, widespread road is a striking juxtaposition to the intricate curvatures and pattern of arches that make up the base of the concrete wonder.