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Letelier died instantly, his legs blown off. Gobbets of flesh and blood-soaked upholstery were flung throughout the car's interior. A metal fragment slashed the neck of Letelier's front-seat companion, Ronni Karpen Moffitt, 25, severing her carotid artery. She drowned in her own blood. Her husband, Michael Moffitt, 25, who had been sitting in the back seat, somehow escaped almost uninjured...
Mick Jogger, take note. That gun-steel gaze and pistoleer's pose belong to your wife Bianco. But relax-she's not thinking about your nights on the town during the Rolling Stones' tours. She's working in Flesh Color, a movie by Belgian Director Francois Weyergans...
Southerners quite possibly devote more time to the preparation and consumption of breakfast, lunch and dinner than any other society since Augustan Rome. Drawing from the world's most abundant living larder, from the fish and flesh, fruit, root and leaf on their doorsteps and jetties, they have codified a cuisine that, for variety and piquancy, ranks with anything served in Florence or Provence. Southern cooking is essentially regional, indigenous and inventive, a long frypan throw from the elegantly stylized haute cuisine of Paris or Rome. To the educated palate a Southern meal, at its diverse best, is worth...
...described eight methods of killing used at Makindye prison. These involved making prisoners line up and ordering the first to smash the second man's head with a hammer. The process was repeated down the line until the last man was shot. Another method was to cut flesh from a victim and force him to eat it until he died. Rugumayo said it was estimated that 80,000 to 90,000 people died in Amin's first two years in power: but he admitted that this might be a conservative figure...
...Alphonse Mucha was a sculptor too, and nothing in this show epitomizes the art nouveau vision (or fantasy) of woman better than a bust he designed around 1899 for a Parisian jeweler. This astonishing object, whose form shifts like water in the twining reflections of silver flesh and gold hair, is perversely liturgical-a parody (done, one should recall, for a public whose cultural background was still Catholic) of medieval head reliquaries. The image, however, is not a saint or a magdalen but that sibylline bitch of the fin-de-siècle imagination, the Fatal Woman, La Belle Dame...