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Like all good fairy tales, this one starts with Claudia Schiffer. Once upon a time a fireplace fell on Schiffer's foot. She was pregnant at the time. "When a marble fireplace falls on your foot," Neil Gaiman explains, "and you're 7½ months pregnant, you stop going places. You sit around, and you read." Schiffer read Gaiman's novel Stardust and told her husband that it was the best book she'd ever read. Schiffer's husband is the director Matthew Vaughn (Layer Cake). And thus it was that Gaiman finally made his big Hollywood movie...
...Village or Williamsburg, to a club or a friend’s apartment. This nocturnal ease of movement scares me. It seems as though the New York night greases the inhabitants of the city, making it easier for them to slip between neighborhoods and boroughs in cabs, trains, on foot...
...Palmer, pinned to the floor. Now she's ready to work--whack, a shot to the noggin. Bam! Pow! Boom! Half a dozen more. Palmer cowers in the fetal position, and the ref stops the fight. The medics cart Palmer out on a stretcher. (She escapes with a fractured foot, suffered earlier in the bout--which seems minor, considering the beating she took.) "I like to be friendly to my opponents, but from the start, she's been mad-dogging me, looking me up and down," said Bagherdai after the bout. "I wanted to make...
...worst sensation comes, of course, when the blast is nearest. In December, I was in Ramadi. After a short foot patrol with Marines, I walked back into the tiny base nestled on a bad street in the city. Minutes after I entered, a huge mortar slammed into the doorway through which I just passed. The entire building shook as though some huge hand had shoved it. Inside, I felt like my bones for a second had turned to metal, and someone had rung me with a sledgehammer...
...didn't make total sense, then, to willingly venture into surroundings that would leave my feet sopping with swamp matter and the rest of me saturated with other strains of sogginess. As I slogged forward once more, after squashing my foot back in my sneaker, a part of me scoffed at the allure of Ireland's natural beauty. Of the many odes to the Irish landscape, most must have been composed by those with dry feet, in a heated room, far removed from the terrain and the elements...