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From Cellar to worldwide fame – an interview with Objekt

We met TJ Hertz (a.k.a Objekt), the evening before his hotly anticipated set at The Bullingdon. Sitting opposite the man behind the music in the lobby of Oxford Spires Hotel, a long and rainy bike ride out of the city centre, was somewhat surreal, but the Oxford alumnus-turned-international DJ was immediately friendly. “I need a drink,” TJ laughs, “I’ve had three hours sleep”.

Both in terms of his production and DJing, TJ’s iconic style channels his self-professed “mild obsessive compulsion”. ‘Theme From Q’, which won top spot in Mixmag’s 2017 track round-up, offers a glimpse of TJ’s meticulous crafting process – its infectious, playful organ hook bounces on top of explosive breakbeats as vocal fragments dart all around. In his shows, his precise and masterful use of EQing and multi-track mixing has earned him attention as one of the most impressive selectors in the game. He is renowned for pushing the boat out musically, but admits that he no longer gets “a huge amount of joy out of just punishing people with really inaccessible music… There’s a joy to be had in seeing what makes people tick and how that intersects with what makes you tick and exploring that overlap in the Venn diagram”.

We certainly reached this intersection at The Bullingdon last Saturday. The popularity of the night – which sold out over a month before the event – manifested itself in a packed but energetic venue. The audience were receptive to each agile change in direction that TJ took as he moved through techno, electro, and jungle. Such dynamic eclecticism provided a masterclass performance that Oxford is lucky to have witnessed.

The Bullingdon used to be a “pretty mediocre venue”, TJ explains prior to his set. “These days it feels like the student generation is pretty well clued in and would actually come to see an artist play because they’re into them and not just because their mates are going. Honestly, if you’d told me in 2007 that Oxford students would come out in droves to see DJ Stingray at the Bully I wouldn’t have believed you”. In the current climate of Oxtickets’ competitive economy and the recent change in The Bullingdon’s ticket policy, it is hard to imagine a time when Simple events weren’t sold out a long time in advance.

Objekt at The Bullingdon. Photo courtesy of Simple.

TJ studied engineering at New College ten years ago. For a city with a short term memory and an ever-changing student population, ten years feels an impossibly long time, but TJ’s experience was not much different from our own. “Ten years is not that long – we had the internet, we almost had smart-phones…” he laughs. Clubs have come and gone, but in a relatively small city like Oxford, the scene hasn’t changed much – the likes of Park End and Bridge still cater for chart and cheese-lovers, whilst smaller venues play host to independent student nights.

Then and now, the intimate venues of Oxford have provided a fertile breeding crowd for emerging talent, something TJ explains concisely when he notes that “smaller venues are and have always been the incubators of the scene”. TJ learned to DJ in The Cellar by experimenting on the decks during soundchecks for the live music nights he was involved in. He took over running Eclectric, a night at Baby Love Bar on King Edward Street.

“It was a total pain in the arse,” TJ describes, “it was narrow, there was a staircase in the middle of it, there were bottlenecks everywhere, the sound was kinda crap, the management were a bit of an upward struggle, it got a bit sketchy after, like, 2am – but it was kinda beloved as well”.

Baby Love Bar closed in May 2014 after its premises were reclaimed by Oriel College. The closure of small venues is not an unfamiliar possibility to Oxford students, who will all remember the recent struggle of The Cellar to defend against the prospect of re-development. Unsurprisingly, TJ supported this campaign, and spoke passionately in favour of preserving such crucial hubs.

“You don’t have to risk your finances for the next several years in order to put on parties. It’s these small venues where you have the freedom to organise stuff on more of a whim. You can foster a sense of community of like-minded people, and give local artists, musicians and promoters the opportunity to learn and develop. It’s essentially the smaller venues that build a music scene.”

“What did happen with Cellar by the way?” he asks, and was pleased to hear that The Cellar was indeed saved, after a student-run petition received nearly 14,000 signatures. “I shudder to think what a whole generation of people of going-out age in a city like Oxford would do without at least one venue like that that straddles musical credibility but also accessibility.”

Accessibility became a recurring theme of our chat. Venues like The Cellar create a space for more leftfield tastes that may be less welcome in other environments. We ask him if he ever DJed at bops and he found the idea amusing. “Are they as cheesy now as they were then?” Whilst the college bops we all know and love are still renowned for being, as TJ described, “cheese-fests”, there were other avenues for his music. He tells us that “at New College we used to occasionally put on these really small parties in the band rehearsal room, which was basically like a dungeon underneath the JCR. It was in the old buildings of New College so it was, like, ten centuries old or whatever – you couldn’t really hear anything from outside. I wouldn’t go so far as to call them raves. It was basically just twenty of us mixing records and having some relatively tame fun by partying standards”.

Oxford, as a relatively small and incredibly student-dominated city, has venues that are able to be more democratic in their line-ups, offering spaces to amateur student DJs and bigger names alike. As well as such diversity being critical for the flourishing of any music scene, and it also gives more room to female artists who are often overlooked by an incessantly patriarchal industry. As someone experienced in the profession, TJ is well-aware of this under-representation.

“The issue obviously starts with endemic sexism and harassment within the scene and industry, but on top of that there’s a myriad of interconnected factors which form a sort of vicious cycle. You’ve got this relative dearth of visible female artists being booked for higher profile slots, and an abysmal gender ratio on most house and techno lineups, so consequently there’s a lack of role models for young female musicians, who as a result are much more likely get discouraged or intimidated by the overwhelmingly male local communities of DJs and producers (with whom they’re meant to engage, learn, develop, bounce ideas off of, etc)”.

Last November, Lauren Bush (a.k.a re:ni), a DJ from the all-female SIREN Collective, made her debut in Oxford with a three-hour set at The Cellar. The SIREN Collective (founded in 2016) aims to “create a safe and immersive space for those who are under-represented in dance music, whilst continuing to critique the electronic music scene as a whole”. The status of SIREN has risen in the past year, as members of the collective have played at festivals such as Field Day and Brainchild, but the problem is still far from fixed. TJ, although admitting he was afraid of ‘mansplaining’ the issue, is undoubtedly right in identifying a “cyclical pipeline issue in addition to all of the misogyny and sexism that exists”; the problem is self-perpetuating.

The conscious efforts of smaller venues such as The Cellar in fixing this imbalance is perhaps the only way to solve it. Recently, the PRS Foundation’s International Keychange, a European initiative aiming to improve the representation of female artists, called for festivals and music industry conferences to pledge line-ups with a 50/50 gender split – 45 have committed, although, as TJ is quick to point out, “I’ve only heard of about 3 of them. Not many of them were electronic festivals; a lot of them were folk festivals or jazz festivals and I don’t know what the gender ratio is in the music scene at large – probably not great – but I think it’s particularly bad in techno.”

“I genuinely think it is changing in the sense that, like, there is more awareness of an emerging generation of female DJs that I didn’t feel was quite so present four or five years ago”. It might be too early to declare gender equality on techno line-ups, but the fact that “people within the scene are taking active measures to tackle the homogeneity of their lineups or rosters, rather than simply being like ‘oh well, there’s not enough women to book’ is certainly a step in the right direction. In parallel we’ve seen a proliferation of female/trans/non-binary music collectives and local community groups, as well as affirmative action – call it positive discrimination if you like, but I think it’s absolutely necessary – by promoters, label owners, magazines and other people with curatorial responsibilities who are able and motivated to offer a platform to female artists”, as was evidenced by re:ni’s and Josey Rebelle’s recent appearances in Oxford, along with the upcoming bookings of Shanti Celeste at The Cellar, and Saoirse and Or:La at The Bullingdon.

“It takes time for these shifts to propagate upwards to the bigger stages but I think the seeds have been sown and I very much hope that the generation of artists emerging right now might turn out to be more diverse than the last.”

Objekt at The Bullingdon. Photo courtesy of Simple.

Though the dominance of male artists in dance music bookings has been consistent since underground music’s inception, one aspect of music that has undoubtedly changed is the ease with which it can be identified and obtained – the rise of apps like Shazam, and of Facebook groups like the 91,000 member-strong ‘The Identification of Music Group’ have made it far easier for music lovers to find tracks that have been played at shows. Speaking of how people IDed their tracks when he was at uni, TJ comments that “there were some message boards on the Internet where if you managed to get a recording on your phone you could post something, but they weren’t as active as these bigger Facebook groups now.”

The ease with which tracks can be IDed and accessed is a development in the music scene that has attracted different opinions, but TJ offers a balanced view: “I think that being able to find out what a piece of music is and access it is a fantastic thing, and I think it goes some way towards democratising the distribution of music in general, also making it less nerdy and less competitive, which is nice. But I think with that comes a certain obligation to dig a little deeper than the answers that are just fed to you.” While many have heralded this inventive use of social media and advanced technology as a way of bringing music-heads closer to the tracks, purists have argued that this obsessive ‘track-ID culture’ can lead to a kind of laziness that does not respect the value of sifting through boxes of records to see what you can find. “It’s a double-edged sword… I’m wary of sounding like an old fart because recontextualising music is also something that can lead to really exciting new movements. But for me, I think that even if you take something out of context and do something completely new with it, it’s worth knowing a bit about it fits into a scene in the first place, and that’s something that…”

TJ pauses. “Actually, thinking about it, I’m gonna contradict myself here – maybe that’s not the case. If, in the olden days, as it were, you happened across a track that you’d been looking for for ages in a second hand record store, you wouldn’t know anything more about that track than if somebody told you what it was on Facebook.”

Clearly, then, the increasing accessibility of music has value, but with great power comes great responsibility… “I think that the easier access to music becomes, and access to technology becomes, the greater the onus on artists to push themselves further – they make up for that by just being better at what they do, finding new and interesting ways of excelling in some way or another.” TJ has, himself, been involved in allowing artists to adopt new technology. He worked for Native Instruments, a job that was in many ways led to by his Engineering degree. Such experiences have allowed TJ to meet the responsibility that he sets himself and other artists – of working for Native Instruments, he describes it as “tremendously informative in terms of my understanding of how the tools that I was using shaped the sound, and how I could manipulate them more effectively.”

TJ’s attitude towards his role as an artist is therefore a humble one. “I don’t think DJ’s should be gatekeepers of the music that they play. I mean, the way that I see it, I, and the people who do what I do, have a huge privilege in being able to actually spend time looking for music that we’re essentially paid for because this is what we do for a living, so the least that we can do is share that.”

This modesty is also evident in his feelings towards the city he studied in. Despite playing all over the world, TJ confesses a fondness of Oxford that is simultaneously sentimental and mysterious. When asked if it ever felt weird coming back here, TJ admits that while he hadn’t at this point had a chance to explore, the last time he was here (he performed at The Cellar in 2015) was “profoundly weird”.

“I remember taking a long walk through the city at dusk and revisiting all of these old haunts and getting these flashes of nostalgia from this place, but also just feeling like I was walking through the nostalgia of generations gone by. Not just generations, but centuries. It’s a really weird city, it feels haunted.”

As a city and a cultural hub, Oxford is simultaneously changing and unchanging – receptive to the constant influx of new students and new ideas, but also, as TJ suggests, haunted with the ghosts of hundreds of years gone by. Whilst the music scene is – albeit gradually – progressing, many of the traditions that define such a strange institution remain. When we ask him for some thrilling anecdotes about his time as a student here, TJ replies: “I wish I could regale you with crazy stories of Piers Gav but it was basically just us getting cold in the field. It was just scantily-dressed, posh Oxford kids taking pills in a marquee in the grounds of a mansion.” Nothing much has changed there, then.

Oxford academic drowned in Greece

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An inquest into the death of James Morwood, a highly respected Classics lecturer and tutor at Wadham College, concluded yesterday that the academic drowned last September.

The 73-year-old was holidaying in Ouranoupoli, Greece with his friend and colleague Stephen Anderson when he went for what would be his last swim off the beach near his hotel.

In a statement read out at the inquest in Oxford, Anderson recounted: “We were staying at the Eagles Palace Hotel in Ouranoupoli. James had been once before and he was keen to return.

“On September 10, after breakfast, we decided to do the beach. James remembered well the mind-boggling clarity of the water, so off we went.

“We paddled a bit at first but found the water surprisingly cold. Later James decided to go for a swim a bit further out but the area by us was too rocky and stoney to enter so he went further up the beach.

“After 10 minutes I saw him swimming further out than I expected him to go. I got to the end of my chapter and I then found it was too stoney as well.

“As I walked along I knew something was going on. Some people pulled a body out and to my horror it was James. There was a nurse and a doctor from Glasgow on the beach but their efforts were to no avail as we were told he was already dead.

“James’ body stayed on the shore, covered in blue towels and I was whisked away off to town to make statements to the coastguard. I spent the rest of my time in Greece writing letters and informing people that needed to know.

“I met his brother at Gatwick Airport and returned his belongings.”

Morwood’s brother, Bryan Morwood, also presented evidence at the inquest. He confirmed that he had been away in Colorado at the time of his brother’s death. He returned to the UK after receiving the tragic news from Anderson.

When asked by Oxfordshire Assistant Coroner, Rosamund Rhodes-Kemp, about the process of repatriating Morwood’s body from Greece, the brother said: “That is a long story. Luckily James had travel insurance so I was able to arrange repatriation through them. Originally they [Greek authorities] told me I would have to go out there to reclaim the body.

“What was actually expected of me was to slip them a few Euros to make that all go better. The mortuary in Thessalonika tried it on with the insurance companies and it all took weeks.”

Rhodes-Kemp concluded a verdict of death by drowning. She said afterwards: “It is amazing how many people suddenly jump out and try to help in situations like this. Two highly qualified people were there and despite their best efforts, he sadly passed away.

“Nothing could have been done. What happened to him happened in the water. It is a form of drowning where the water hits his larynx and sends shockwaves to his heart.”

Stephen Anderson, himself an academic of New College, told Cherwell: “James’s sudden and unexpected death was very sad indeed, the more so in that he had only recently had the all-clear after a cancer scare.

“A scholar of considerable repute and a great teacher, he had a great knack for making friends, and is greatly missed by all who came in contact with him, particularly at Harrow, in Oxford and at the JACT Greek Summer School, held annually at Bryanston.

“The Roman poet Horace, in words very familiar to James, gets it just right: ‘multis ille bonis flebilis occidit’.”

Morwood was born in Belfast and educated at Peterhouse, Cambridge, before teaching at Harrow School for 30 years. At Harrow, he was involved in school journalism and acting, supervising the likes of Benedict Cumberbatch and Richard Curtis.

In 1996, he was elected to a Fellowship at Wadham College, where he became an Emeritus Fellow in 2006.

During his time at Oxford, was Editor of the Wadham Gazette and authored the Oxford Latin Course textbook, which afforded him international recognition in the classics world.

Wadham College Warden, Ken Macdonald, told Cherwell: “James was a gentle, scholarly teacher and friend who was loved and respected in equal measure at Wadham.

“Tolerant, funny and wise, he epitomised the enlightenment values that we treasure here. We were devastated by his death and we miss him terribly.”

Ray Ockenden, who stepped in as Editor of the Wadham Gazette after Morwood’s death, wrote in the Gazette: “The College mourns this man of extraordinary humility and humanity as an outstanding teacher and scholar, as its friend and most loyal servant: after James’s first year as a Fellow, there was only one term of the remaining twenty years of his association with Wadham during which he did not hold a College office.”

Stephen Heyworth, a Tutor of Classics alongside Morwood, wrote in a tribute: “We do know that he died a happy man, having lived a full life, and with no major project unfulfilled.

“People have helped themselves cope in such cases by creating stories about the death. In the ancient world, there is a repeated myth about those who died in water: their beauty was fatally attractive to the deities of sea or river.”

A Classics student at Wadham, Zoë Reed Sanderson, who was taught by Morwood, told Cherwell: “Tutorials with James were a highlight of my week; he taught with such passion and enthusiasm.

“The memorial service last month in the Sheldonian Theatre was a lovely way to remember and celebrate his life.”

Further tributes to James Morwood can be found on Wadham College’s website: http://www.wadham.ox.ac.uk/news/2018/february/remembering-james-morwood.

Booze cruise: Vinnie’s

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Having attended a crewdate at pre-season, I thought I had experienced everything that sports’ drinking culture  entailed. Yet, in the first week of Michaelmas I was introduced to the mysterious ‘Vinnie’s’ that I had heard being mentioned maybe only once or twice before.

I was told to adhere to a dress code that prohibits denim and sneakers and make my way to Vinnie’s for a social. Vincent’s Club, I found out, is a members-only club predominantly for Oxford Blues, which only let women become members a few years ago, with them not even being allowed to enter the club until a few years before. It lies behind a blue (of course) door, and as I walked up the stairs to arrive into the main room, I realised that Oxford Blue was very much a theme of the decoration, which also included pictures of male-only sports teams.

The place we went to was essentially a living room, filled with sofas and a bar area in a corner. Buying a Pinky was a must in preparation for Fuzzy Ducks, so I ordered my first one for a costly £5. It is usually served in a pint glass, and it’s made of grapefruit juice, orange juice and five shots of gin. Anticipating a gin-fuelled burn in my mouth, I took my first sip and was more than pleasantly surprised.

This was a truly delicious fruit juice, surely. “Pinkies are lethal,” I had been informed, and I could see why before I had got to the bottom of my glass. The cocktails are famously extremely alcoholic, yet also refreshing and alarmingly drinkable. Although seemingly expensive, the drink ends up being the equivalent of £1 per shot, which definitely seems more reasonable.

Pinkies are not the only drink that Vinnie’s has to offer. Its Perkies consist of grapefruit juice, lemonade and five shots of vodka to replace the gin. Its lesser-known ‘Shredders’ are also made of five shots of vodka, but instead of juice, soda and lime are added. Reminiscent of what one might order on a tropical holiday, all of these drinks are far too easy to consume, considering their alcoholic content. You can see why it’s a favourite location for sports teams to spend their Wednesday evenings.

Vinnie’s does see its spaces fill up in the evenings, particularly after Bucs. Whether its cocktails are enough to erase its questionable history (along with your memory) is for each person to decide.

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The Crocodile review – ‘a carefully considered yet hilariously nuts production’

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Wednesday of 7th week: term is trudging on unbearably close to the end, and Oxford has been hit by a freezing blizzard that has, apparently, drifted over from the depths of Siberia. What, you may ask, could ever make you leave the comforting confines of your room?

I think I might have just the play for you – a production that will bring you a shot of energy at this potentially dreary point in term. Tom Basden’s The Crocodile is based on a short story by Dostoyevsky, and was first put on in 2015 as part of the Manchester International Festival. Set in 19th century St. Petersburg, The Crocodile follows an Avant-Garde yet totally failing actor, Ivan, and his friends Zack and Anya, as Ivan somehow finds himself swallowed whole by a crocodile at the zoo. Whilst at first Ivan demands that that the zoo’s management cut open the croc, he soon finds that his new reptilian home could provide an alternative means for attention, and the route to success he has always sought.

As soon as I entered the Pilch on this icy Wednesday I knew I was in for a bit of fun – Nitrous Cow Productions created an instantly gratifying pre-show atmosphere. Members of the crew dished out different pairs of furry animal ears for audience members to wear. Sarah Spencer’s original score should also be credited for the part it plays in creating the mood: it was cheeky and circus-like, whilst at the same time grounding the play in its Russian setting.

The play unhesitatingly introduces the audience to its pretentious protagonist with full force. Ivan, played by Dominick Weatherby, erupts onto the stage, interrogating audience members and exclaiming with frustration: “What is this world coming to?” Weatherby delivers a very impressive performance from the outset. He commands the stage not only vocally but also physically, taking Ivan’s performative nature to the next level as he jumps, dips, and turns across the central space. Ivan’s fierce character is intelligently countered by his strait-laced friend, Zack, played by Luke Wintour. Wintour’s character responds to Ivan’s performativity with a slower and well-considered cynicism, creating a satisfying contrast that produces some of this production’s best comic moments. As Ivan declares to his friend proudly: “I’m a lion, and you’re a, you know, a cow.” Kate Weir delivers the role of Anya (Zack’s girlfriend and, complicatedly, Ivan’s former flame) with a hilarious level of shrieking energy, both complementing Ivan’s performativity and further emphasising Zack’s squareness. The audience cannot help but like and enjoy these three central characters and the ridiculousness that surrounds them.

This trio is supported by some other strong performances. Jon Berry is a particular highlight – his pedantic performance as bureaucrat Mr. Zlobin took the laughter to new levels. The play’s pedantic undertone is encapsulated in Julia Pilkington’s depiction of zookeeper Mr. Popov as she demarks a section of the stage with tinsel and demands seven roubles from Ivan and Zack who just happen to be inside it.

It is through attention to comic detail that this production succeeds, and it is therefore necessary to pay tribute to its director, Alex Rugman. From Jon Berry’s insanely camp table-setting during the dinner scene (which I must confess nearly brought me to tears, I was laughing so much), to Ivan’s crocodile-themed Lacoste sliders, a protestor’s ‘Wenger Out’ placards, and Mr. Zlobin’s stress-fruit, Rugman took great care over this production and scored comedic goals in the process. The production’s ability to straddle genres is impressive – it’s kookiness appeals to the Mighty Boosh fans among us whilst Peep Show enthusiasts are sure to love its pedantry.

One aspect of the play that felt less considered potentially was the role of politics in the script. It was difficult to ascertain the meaning behind Ivan’s great rhetorical ramblings. Russia’s politically divided atmosphere in the 19th and early 20th century was touched on somewhat, but I think it could have provided a more effective edge to the production’s comedic successes than it did. This might just be an issue with the script itself.

Overall, this production is a great night out with heaps of talent and, for me, its experimental nature is what student theatre should be about.

The film at the centre of India’s free speech debate

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On 25 January 2018, hundreds of thousands of booklovers made their annual pilgrimage to the Jaipur Literature Festival to listen to authors from around the world. Taking a break from the hectic bubble of Oxford, I was one such pilgrim, eager to hear Tom Stoppard, Shashi Tharoor, Anthony Horowitz and Hamid Karzai to name a few. Yet, as I arrived in the pink desert city, the air was tense. Only a few hours earlier the Delhi-Jaipur highway had been blocked by a series of burning school buses and by midday a mob of bikers carrying AK-47’s were marauding through the streets.

After a lengthy delay, the Bollywood film Padmaavat had finally opened in cinemas, and protests had turned violent. Although it has, for the most part, been ignored in Britain, the controversy surrounding Padmaavat (formerly Padmavati) is surprisingly relevant to many current debates in our country.

Created by fake news, perpetuated by cries of appropriation and bringing the debate around no-platforming to the Indian Supreme Court, the dispute encapsulates the conversations that have dominated our news in recent months.

The film narrates the story of Padmini, a fictional Hindu queen who burned herself on a pyre to avoid capture by Khilji – a ruthless Muslim king. Padmaavat is one of the most expensive Indian films ever made, with a production budget of around $30 million, yet almost from its inception the film has been mired in controversy.

Padmini holds a near sacred position for the Rajput caste and production has spurred riots and lynchings over her fictionalised portrayal. Million-dollar bounties have been placed on the heads of both director Sanjay Bhansali and lead actor Deepika Padukone.

Rajputs are a Hindu caste renowned across South Asia for their bravery, valour and striking architecture. During Muslim rule over north India, the Rajput kingdoms were some of the few areas to maintain Hindu sovereignty. Their pride is closely linked with the ideas of Hindu caste purity and independence from Muslim rule.

However, a constant smear on this pride lies in the fact that many Rajput princesses were married off to the Islamic nobility in order to maintain independence. Thus Padmini – a princess who chooses to burn herself on a pyre, rather than give herself up to a Muslim king – is central to the Rajput imagination.

The earliest protests against the film occurred in March 2017, and within weeks a mob of 20-30 people descended on the film crew armed with petrol bombs, stones and lathis (canes). They charged and ignited the set, injuring animals and destroying several costumes.

Much of this anger was directed towards an alleged dream sequence, depicting sensual contact between Padmini and Khilji. Bhansali swiftly assured audiences that there was no such sequence in the film, yet nonetheless the story went viral. There were soon mass protests against the film in many Indian cities decrying the hurtful depiction of Rajput history by Bhansali.

In November, resistance to the film became political. After a senior member of India’s ruling party called for the film to be banned, the Karni Sena – a caste organisation – threatened to violently assault and mutilate lead actor Padukone. Mumbai Police provided Padukone with security, yet no arrests were made. When the British Board of Film Classification gave the film a 12A rating and permitted its UK release, a Karni Sena leader threatened to burn down British theatres that screened it.

A $780,000 bounty was put on the heads of both Bhansali and Padukone by another organisation, followed soon after by a similar bounty of $1.6 million from Suraj Pal Amu, one of the media chiefs of the central government. Amu also threatened to break the legs of lead actor Ranveer Singh. The state of Rajasthan was named after the Rajputs, and as such its capital, Jaipur has been at the epicentre of the controversy. On 24 November 2017, a dead body was found hanging off the walls of a fort outside the city. Beside it, scrawled in hasty graffiti were the words “In opposition to Padmavati. We don’t just burn effigies, we hang them.” Calls to ban the film were eventually halted by the Indian Supreme Court, who ordered that it be released to protect the sacrosanct nature of freedom of speech. Protest died down somewhat and Amu, who had earlier placed a bounty of ₹10 crore on Padukone’s head, claimed to be a fan of Padukone, calling her “the nation’s daughter”. Yet when the film’s release date was announced, violent protests erupted across the country once more, again led by the Karni Sena. It is notable that even now, few people are quite sure what exactly the protests are about.

Despite the claims that the film “offends Rajput culture”, its reviews without exception rave about its majestic depiction of the Rajputs. The main quarrel with the film seems to be its misogyny and Islamophobia – not its treatment of Hindu characters. Such protests seem to be founded on fake news. What is perhaps more interesting than the origin of the protests, however, is the debate which has come to dominate the Indian media: who has the right to depict religious and cultural icons?

Padmaavat (2018)

Salman Rushdie’s The Satanic Verses brought this debate to the forefront of the Indian consciousness in 1988 after it was banned as hate speech. However, what is new here is that Padmaavat is neither an explicitly religious figure nor a historical one, but a virtuous legendary character, akin to King Arthur or Robin Hood. Salman Rushdie’s book was cited as mocking the Islamic faith, yet Padmaavat is a cultural figure.

Thus as states across India announced they would not abide by the Supreme Court’s ruling to show the film (usually citing safety issues), many Indian citizens expressed concerns about the stifling of freedom of speech. Although the Indian government continues to evade commenting on the situation, hundreds of Bollywood stars have come out in support of Padmavaat’s release. Actors such as Hrithik Roshan, Priyanka Chopra and Salman Khan have cited the attempted ban on the film as an assault on creative freedom. However, Union Minister Giriraj Singh claimed that the film was akin to making a movie on Prophet Mohammed and that “if a film is made on Gandhi ji, and he is shown doing kathak or bhangra [Indian dances], I will never forgive”.

It was in this environment that Jaipur Literature Festival inaugurated its 11th year with a speech by Pico Iyer on the sanctity of freedom of speech and the value of religious and cultural plurality . The Economic Times of India reported that “while Padmaavat dominated JLF, with almost every panel backing the film’s release, loud voices on the streets called for the opposite”. Given the number of Bollywood films that depict Indian historical and cultural figures, the outcome of the Padmaavat debate will have enormous consequences for the world’s largest film industry. On the opening day of the Jaipur Literature Festival, Padmini, The Spirited Queen of Chittor, an English translation of a decades-old book on Padmini was released. Crowds flocked to buy it, despite cinemas across Jaipur refusing to screen the Padmaavat film. The outpouring of grief over Padmavaat’s release, while an identical book became one of the festival’s bestsellers, serves to highlight the irrationality of the growing intolerance we are witnessing not just in India but the world.

 

St. Hugh’s restricts smoking on college site

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St. Hugh’s College has announced a new smoking policy for Trinity term, which will restrict smoking to certain designated areas at the edge of the college site.

The new policy will limit smoking areas to five spots around campus, mainly behind student accommodation away from commonly used areas. The college’s Governing Body agreed to the changes on a trial basis.

The move has been criticised by some students as “ridiculous” and “parental.”

Previously, St. Hugh’s only restricted smoking inside college buildings and balconies, in line with legal restrictions.

A spokesperson for St. Hugh’s told Cherwell: “This pilot policy has come after two years of warnings to students that the smoking policy could be changed, if the litter and nuisance from smoke problems persisted.”

“One of the reasons for the new trial policy was smoke drifting in through windows.”

Under the new policy, smokers will be required to stay two metres away from buildings to prevent smoke getting inside buildings. Only on Bop nights will JCR members be able to smoke on the outside decking area outside the JCR and college bar.

A first-year graduate student at the college told Cherwell: “This new policy is really ridiculous, smokers pose few problems for the college and smoking does not impact on college life.

“It’s sad that the college felt the need to take such a parental step: we’re adults, and I feel the current policy has been used responsibly.

“We don’t need to be pushed to small areas at the edge of the grounds.

“I for one want to challenge college authorities on this when term starts again, it was announced right at the death of last term and I don’t feel students were properly given a chance to speak their minds.”

A map displaying the areas where smoking will now be permitted was sent to students on the last day of term.

The college noted that the JCR and MCR are represented on the Governing Body, who took the decision.

The St. Hugh’s spokesperson said: “There will be opportunities during Trinity term for staff and students to offer feedback.”

St. Hugh’s JCR President, Alex Yeandle, told Cherwell: “The smoking policy was indeed raised in 8th week Governing Body, however discussion of it focused mainly on the implementation of, rather than principle behind the change (of which there was quite quickly a broad agreement).

“I have been personally assured by the College Bursar…that the new policy is under trial for Trinity term with a review scheduled.

“During Trinity, I plan to open a student consultation to see what students think of the new policy and I will then communicate the results of this to college, via Governing Body or otherwise.

“I have been led to believe that the proposed new smoking policy is in line with that of many other Oxford colleges and that it will impact both students and staff equally.

“Again, though, if over the course of next term it becomes apparent that the ban is having a substantially negative impact on the majority of JCR members, I will not hesitate to lobby college accordingly.”

The announcement, which was sent to students on the final day of Hilary term, noted that “it is not the college’s intention to provide further smoking ‘shelters’” for the new areas.

Student members who infringe on the policy will “be dealt with by the decanal team.”

In October, Cherwell revealed Exeter College’s plan to ban smoking on its Turl Street site. However, after an angry response from students, the policy was never implemented.

Seven colleges currently have blanket bans on smoking on-site, including St Edmund Hall and Mansfield College.

Teddy Hall introduced their ban in 2011, and came under fire from students for their failure to consult students first. Then-JCR president Joshua Coulson said: “some of you will be furious, and I can see why.”

In 2014, Mansfield’s Home Bursar cited smoke entering non-smoking areas within the college, the “unpleasant smell of smoke for those around”, and the mess created by cigarette butts in college as reasons for a ban.

Oxford remembers Stephen Hawking

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Oxford is today paying tribute to the world-renowned physicist and former student, Professor Stephen Hawking.

The 76 year-old died peacefully at his home in Cambridge in the early hours of
Wednesday morning, his family said.

Hawking arrived at Oxford aged 17, where he studied natural sciences at University College. After completing his undergraduate degree in 1962, he went on to gain a Masters and a PhD at Cambridge.

Prof Hawking became one of the world’s leading scientists, whose most notable work led to
significant scientific developments in the understanding of black holes and relativity. He also wrote several popular science books, including the bestselling A Brief History of Time, which has sold over 10 million copies since first being published in 1988.

Hawking achieved all this despite being diagnosed with motor neurone disease while a student, eventually meaning he had to use a wheelchair and communicate using a computerised voice.

University College are flying their flag at half-mast today, in memory of their former student. In a statement posted on their website, the College said: “It is with great sadness that College notes the passing of Professor Stephen Hawking – Univ OM (1959, Physics) and Honorary Fellow … our thoughts are with his loved ones at this time.”

Univ’s JCR President, Maninder Singh Sachdeva told Cherwell: “We are deeply saddened by the loss of Prof Stephen Hawking, and as members of Univ, I think we all feel a great sense of pride to think that Hawking started his academic career here.”

Sachdeva also noted how the legacy of Prof Hawking remains important to Univ students today. He said: “[Univ students] have been and will continue to be inspired by the work, determination and passion he displayed during his lifetime. I do not think that Hawking will ever be gone in our eyes, whether we study his scientific discoveries in our degrees, use his words as motivation in our lives, or relive his journey, we have all been touched by his life in one way or another.”

The University have also paid tributes to Prof Hawking. In a tweet, they said: “We’re very proud to call Stephen Hawking an alumnus of Oxford, and enormously saddened by his passing. Our thoughts are with his family. He reminded us all to “be curious”, for there is “always something you can do and succeed at”.”

Tim Berners-Lee, inventor of the World Wide Web and professor of Computer Science at Oxford, said: “We have lost a colossal mind and a wonderful spirit. Rest in peace, Stephen Hawking.”

A condolences book will be opened at Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge, where Prof Hawking worked.

Cabinets of Curiosities

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Where it might seem like a newfound fad with the advent of depop and mass thrift fairs, vintage clothing has a long genesis in fashion. A sartorial fascination with the past has run cyclically throughout the past century; the fifties saw a fluorescence in the popularity of 1920s racoonskin coats in America, the sixties saw the masses descend on the past in hoards to gank victorian and edwardian lacey and velveteen dresses. The seventies harkened back to the 1930s with their fascination with florals and chiffons, and despite a brief blip in the 1980s where futurism took hold (shoulder pads are the future), the 90s and ever succeeding decade has borrowed heavily from those preceding it.

This week, Cherwell Fashion takes to a unique venue to explore vintage fashion in practice. Where better to investigate the curation of the old than a place specially dedicated to it? The Natural History Museum (and adjoining Pitt Rivers Museum) provide a perfect locale for such a venture.

The pursuit of thrifting and the wearing of vintage clothing was seen in the 1960s as a refutation of mass market consumerism, a refection of en-masse capatalism, a way of keeping one’s self away from succumbing to becoming a cog in the proverbial machine. There are still echoes of these thoughts in the ways in which we in our modern culture employ vintage clothes in our stylistic pursuits. Buying vintage and secondhand is certainly a means by which we can curb our energy expenditure – it can be positioned as a sort of unconscious boycott of sweatshop production and all the labour exploitation that that entails.

However, in a climate where vintage clothing can be procured and bought so readily and so easily, one has to wonder if these aforementioned values still ring true. Vintage Clothing comes with the caveat that despite their ready accessibility, they are something of a prestige piece. They can be expensive, and the curation of a style that comes off as more bohemian and capital E ‘edgy’ than hand me down and ‘whoa, that dude is sure wearing some shoulder pads’ is a matter of having a lot of time and cash on your hands. Moreover, it can be argued that there is something somewhat slightly in poor taste from a privilege standpoint, to pillage charity shops and thrift stores, notable for their lower prices as a choice, especially when having ‘hand me downs’ and second hand clothes are sometimes the point of ridicule for people from lower income backgrounds. From this perspective, vintage clothing as a style and privilege seem to be heavily interlinked, and that is something that must be examined carefully.

Nonetheless, vintage clothing allows us to remove the restriction from our personal styles. With vintage clothing we are not bounded by the time limits of our own generation, and allows us leverage to experiment and create looks that are, to quote an obsever to our shoot, ‘funky and flavourful.’ Ironically enough, the incorporation of vintage clothes removes the wearer from time and takes them to a place of individuality.

 

The Lady Downstairs

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Allow me to take you back to a simpler time. It was the summer of 2017; I am lying on my friend’s bed, dolled up to at least the eights, if not to the nines, as I was told this was what a night out in Manchester (Bolton) necessitated. My friend, who shall remain nameless, emerges from the shower with a coy look on her face. ‘Lads,’ she said. ‘I had an accident.’ Pray tell, pray tell, we asked. She began to recount a story of miscommunication; a story of farce, of accident, and of hot wax. Her beautician had not been paying attention to her instructions and had become a tad overzealous with a large supply of hot wax. ‘Now,’ she said, raising an eyebrow, ‘I am a bald eagle.’

This was an incident that has since become inscribed upon my person and my mind. Body hair, the subject of this ambiguous tale, has become something of a commodity. We live in a post-vajazzle, post-landing strip, post-glitter pubes, post-Vivienne Westwood ‘Eve’ suit world. This is not a surprise considering the mass-market, capitalist, ‘dolla dolla dolla’ climate in which we live.

It must be conceded that the body hair, in particular the proverbial bush, has long been a venue of expression, for woman in particular. The ‘to shave, or not to shave’ debate has vacillated back and forth between answers in the positive or negative since the beginning of written history; women in Ancient Egypt and Ancient Greece favoured the Hollywood, whereas women in Medieval Europe preferred to wear body hair au naturelle. The Late Medieval period proved to be a particularly fruitful period for depictions of Mary Magdalene and her famed ‘feather tights;’ as a result of her penitence in the desert, she is often represented as having grown hair from her toes to her neck. Prostitutes occupy an interestingly functionalist niche, in the sense that they would shave to avoid unwanted visitors (lice, that is to say, are bad for business.) The modern pre-occupation with a hairless cooch and pits can be traced back to the transformations in 1920s fashion that demanded the nether regions be bare. Gilette launched its first razor aimed solely at women in 1915. This phenomenon was only intensified by porn revolution of the 1960s and ‘70s; whether this has spiralled out of control or not is a matter of personal opinion. The vajazzle exists with only God to judge it.

If, then, there is a historical precedence for the modification (or indeed, lack of modification) to body hair, why is it such a controversial topic? One might argue that it is these processes of restriction that make it so. Yet, the picture is exponentially more complicated in our modern world of self-expression, fluid gender-identities and sexualities. Hair has been inherently commodified; a cursory google search will yield thousands of results regarding the Right Way to shave for cis-women, trans-women, trans-men, cis-men, gay men, lesbians, straight women, bi-woman – the whole spectrum. However, it is worth noting that there is something of a discrepancy in the search results for men and pretty much everyone else. The male (more specifically, the cis-male) results were characterised by articles with titles such as the ‘Lazy Man’s Guide to Body Hair Grooming,’ (Esquire) or various Top Ten Tips articles for Easy Manscaping. The other results, on the other hand, tended to focus on queries of adhering to social norms and debates surrounding the morality of shaving. This is not to say that men do not face stigma for hair, or a lack thereof. Would a man bearing a brawny chest full of follicles be accepted onto the sleek, oiled up cast of Geordie Shore? I think not, but there is significant difference in tone in the way that cis-male hair is treated. It is, in short, normalised as opposed to restricted.

With this in mind, I took to the streets. I undertook interviews (asked my friends) with a diverse (diverse-ish, Oxford has access issues) range of people, across a census of ten individuals from different economic and racial backgrounds and gender identities. While the overarching trends appeared to be in favour of people ‘doing whatever,’ the male results tended to reinforce a preference for the shaving of body hair in women, and a lack of ‘manscaping.’ White participants also tended to be more laissez-fair, whereas the people of colour surveyed noted a significant pressure to shave. However, there was a notable unison in the negative reception of various types of ‘body hair art.’ Repulsion was a reccuring word. Perhaps the Vajazzle has more to answer to than just God.

Despite this, from these results it became inherently clear to me that body hair is viewed as something that is intrinsically modifiable, even if there are notable social pressures to do so. While it is certainly commodified, there are expectations underlying the commodification. Therefore, it would be pertinent to move the debate away from discussion of the various kitschy things people are doing to their body hair. Body hair in general, and the bush in particular, is a viable cultural medium, and must be treated as such.

García Marquez makes magical realism realistic

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Gabriel García Márquez’s News of a Kidnapping is a book about a series of kidnappings made by Pablo Escobar in the early 1990s. Not as well-known or widely read as Love in the Time of Cholera or A Hundred Years of Solitude, News of a Kidnapping evokes a Colombia of drug gangs and violence, chaos, war, and terror. The basic historical context is this: the American Government is seeking to force Colombia to extradite a handful of Colombian drug barons, including Escobar. Escobar kidnaps several high profile figures in an attempt to strong-arm the government into ensuring his safety, and García Márquez tells their story.

What García Márquez is known for is his dense, lyrical, ‘magical realist’ style, which incorporates the structures of fables, fairy tales and allegory whilst telling fundamentally realistic stories. In A Hundred Years of Solitude, for example, a whole town suddenly finds itself unable to sleep. While literally impossible, this image says something powerful about the way communities operate, and this represents the style of microcosm; the conventions of fairy tales are used to convey a broader message.

Magical Realism is also a deeply Latin American style – Borges came from Argentina and Allende from Chile – and García Márquez can be fairly seen as one of the style’s progenitors. But News of a Kidnapping is different. It would be hard to guess from One Hundred Years of Solitude that García Márquez was a reporter for El Espectador for much of his early career – but News of a Kidnapping has a journalist’s eye for what’s true and what isn’t.

García Márquez is definitionally Colombian; all of his novels, without exception, are set in countries which either are or could be Colombia and A Hundred Years of Solitude particularly is a novel steeped in Colombian landscape and traditions. But News of a Kidnapping depicts Colombia at its tragic, ruined worst, and García Márquez doesn’t flinch from the visceral details of the chaos which consumed his home country. Even today, when we think of Colombia, we think of drug cartels and violence, anarchy and Escobar. As an ex-journalist, García Márquez values the historical truth about what happened in his country, and so he doesn’t shy away from describing the brutality and chaos it experienced. It’s powerful, and sad – two of the hostages taken die, one executed in cold blood by Escobar, and it’s one of the saddest scenes I’ve ever read.

TV shows like Narcos can glamorise the drug trade, but the world García Márquez depicts is uncertain and tragic, brutal and cruel, mostly because it’s real. News of a Kidnapping is a real-life thriller, and it’s different from most of García Márquez’s other work. It depicts with realistic clarity García Márquez’s own Colombia with all it’s manic brutality and chaos. It’s a testament to a terrifying time.