Alumnus, curator to speak at benefit dinner
Outside the School of Fine Arts, professors in bright greens and purples smoke cigarettes and watch the students: boys in skinny pants and overpriced loafers, girls with chunky glasses and rainbows for bangs. The smoke clouds drift over their heads and dissipate into the rain and wind. Everything in this building is art: the witchy cackles propelling the steam puffs, the swirls in the commercial carpet and the broken-pencil scent filling the hallways.

