Elizabeth Rowe is redefining what it means to be a woman in the classical music industry
Elizabeth Rowe stands pensively at a crosswalk that will lead her to the New England Conservatory. Her shivering hands are protected deep within the pockets of her parka. The temperature outside is below freezing, and the black roads are caked in a doughy layer of snow. Across from her, an angry orange stoplight does little to deter the pedestrians around her; this is Boston, after all. Pedestrians jaywalk off the curb, unrepentant towards the cars blaring their horns, their shoulders hunched as they walk with an agitated gait to their next destination. Elizabeth Rowe, however, is the last one standing on the sidewalk, completely unbothered by the normalcy of the situation. The walk light turns white, and she steps off the curb. When an unknowing car juts out in front of her, she stops, graciously motioning for the car to proceed before she does. Her gestures are subtle and seemingly inconsequential, but they stick out juxtaposed with the rest of the Bostonians. It's essent...