While studying abroad in Paris last fall, I spent hours walking through museums alone admiring the paintings of the greats. Strolling through the halls, headphones hanging from my ears, I would try to imagine s...
I remember discovering Lolo Zouai, sitting in a library smack in the middle of the weekday grind, on a cloudy gray afternoon. Zouai’s “High Highs to Low Lows” quite literally woke me up from the drearin...
