Presented by Jenny of Yoga Activist, this class is perfect for beginners, featuring soothing Hatha yoga and meditation. No one under 18.
Please bring your own mat or towel. Session takes place in the sunny story time room on the first floor.
Seventeen-year-old Precious has a style that simply oozes rock star cool. A senior at the Washington Math and Science Technology Public Charter School, she cites black as the most foolproof way of looking good, and has a pair of black patent-leather Doc Martens that would make any self-respecting punk rocker swoon with envy. Precious is gearing up to begin college life at Johnson & Wales University this fall, but her ultimate dream is to attend the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York City to study fashion design. It is no doubt that her effortlessly tough-girl, grunge-cool attire would be a perfect match for The City That Never Sleeps. Read more after the jump.
This is the first post in a three part series about rooms around the house.A sweet silence descends over the din when you shut the door. A sigh of liberation is born. Water is ample, tumbling from shower-heads, from faucets, signifying the spiritual purification found in ablutions.
Sonny Stitt, jazz sax legend, passed away in D.C. thirty years ago this summer. An avid disciple of Charlie Parker's, Stitt developed his own style, which influenced John Coltrane and a generation of others.
House of Watha T Street Fashion is an experimental collection of patron street fashion at the Watha T. Daniel/Shaw Neighborhood Library. It is devoted to photographically documenting the sartorial narratives of patrons who visit the library. Please contact My Nguyen at email@example.com for more information.Meet Natasha.Natasha is a 16-year-old senior who attends Washington Math and Science Technology Public Charter School. Her edgy, accessories-punctuated style displays the fierce way in which she approaches clothes. Most of her enviably voguish pieces have been procured through thrift stores, which proves that you don’t need to have a lot of bank to look like a million bucks. Read more after the jump.
Victor Estes is an artist, musician, and poet. In honor of National Poetry Month, we featured the works of young people who frequent our library. I sat down to talk with Victor and ask him a few questions about his creative process.Boys Cry TooBy Victor EstesThe sense of leaving is not enough.The art of dreaming balance the scale of believingWho am i? the number one questionIn my book of unanswered prayers.Im not a stoneI do break
House of Watha T Street Fashion is an experimental collection of patron street fashion at the Watha T. Daniel/Shaw Neighborhood Library. It is devoted to photographically documenting the sartorial narratives of patrons who visit the library. Please contact My Nguyen at firstname.lastname@example.org for more information.Meet Sherry.Eighth-grader Sherry is a Watha T. Daniel/Shaw patron who brightens its stacks with her unique, bohemian flair for fashion. Toughening girly basics such as leggings and flats with a distressed army-green jacket, Sherry knows that by mixing it up, she channels what she calls the "unique" and "crazy" fashion ethos of her revered style icons, Nikki Minaj and Rihanna. Her trademark is the charming, fashion-forward headscarf she dons with confidence. Read more about her after the jump.
“Your right tire is low on air, Mimi,” my friend said authoritatively. Nonplussed, I peered at the circular mass of rubber that had hugged potholes and puddles and hub cabs, but had never once embraced a single portion of my thoughts.Until, however, one recent and fateful day when I got a flat so severe I could barely make it to the curb in time to call AAA to rescue me from sheer terror (it was my first flat and I had no idea what was happening). The AAA technician patched up my tire, but neglected to tell me I needed to put air in it. And why should he? Possessing the ability to detect a semi-deflated tire is apparently sort of like breathing, or telling time: every functioning member of society somehow knows how to do it. Everyone, it seemed, except me.“Should I get it replaced, then?” I asked nervously, trying to calculate the cost of one tire by how many pairs of Warby Parkers I could have purchased instead.“…Uh, Mimi,” he trailed off, with that mixture of concern and condescension only friends of several years can get away with. “Tires are filled with air. When they get low on air, you don’t replace them. You just add more air.”