Word: glittering
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Caroline of Monaco, Morgan Fairchild and Lindsay Wagner. The ice was provided by Harry Winston, whose army of security guards was as vigilant as Patti's Secret Service men. At first, while posing for the pictures in Los Angeles, she appeared to be put down by all that glitter. "Look at my nose," she reportedly complained. "It is too long, and it wrinkles when I laugh." But she was content with the photographed results. "I'm not so bad," Davis was said to have remarked to Lichfield. "You had taste...
...weight of Döblin's carefully repetitious dialogue with the buoyancy of his creamy, elegiac visual style. He interrupts the naturalism of lives on the skids with scenes of shocking surrealism: an old goat-man slaughters a calf; Mieze's corpse turns to soft-focus glitter, as if she had become in death a Hollywood star; a scorpion clambers up the entwined legs of two lovers, across the woman's breast and into the bloody gape of her slit throat. In the past, Fassbinder had seemed a master without masterpieces, teasing with his outsize talent...
...bright new substance into a world of obscurity and hints. It is what a cypress doorframe acquires after three centuries of sliding the shoji back and forth. It is what Japanese collectors got when they left their silverware to tarnish, instead of polishing it to a bright Tiffany glitter. Wabi is an older and wider concept. It conveys not the dryness and stillness of sabi, but an aristocratic use of "poor," rustic materials. Tea is the origin of much of Japanese design since the 15th century; in fact, the nearest thing to the Western concept of "design"-at least before...
What cascades of academic glitter! What fine madness of the intelligentsia! What milling and wheedling! The wonderful persons circulated and chatted, drank and staggered, consumed "dip" (whatever that may be), and the like festive routine. Sing, Muse, of this catalogue of shits...
LIKE A momento mori bared amidst a medieval feast, the Harvard-Radcliffe Summer Theatre's production of Eugene O'Neill's Mourning Becomes Electra horrifies while it captivates, an anomaly in a world of frothy fun and glitter. And like that sobering skull, the play, staged as it is in late July, reminds us that--both literally and figuratively--glorious summer will quickly fade to autumn and winter. O'Neill lets us know that even while comedy and music, sunshine and song still cast their spell, death and decay lurk inevitably in the shadows. They need simply wait...