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...begun acting even more irrational. Several times he had told the men in the cockpit: "When you go, you shouldn't go alone. You should take as many people and as much money as possible. Never go alone." When Williams asked if he could doff his jacket, Barkley replied, "Sure, might as well go down in comfort." Still aching for his $100 million, however, he gave ground authorities one more chance to raise the cash, which was to be in 100 sacks full of bills of not less than $100 denominations placed along the runway at Dulles. Then...
Chester Weinberg zippers one sweater dress straight up the middle, slashes a velvet version well above the knees, and matches a short suede battle jacket to a "hula skirt" made entirely of strips of suede. Pierre Cardin's ready-to-wear collection stars a three-toned jersey midi slit in front and back, and others slashed into inverted U's or petal shapes...
...known as "the gentleman commandant" because he wore an impeccable white SS jacket and always sported a long riding crop while making the rounds at Treblinka, a Nazi death factory in Poland. He never personally mistreated a prisoner, and often arranged for brass bands to play while groups of 80 to 100 captives, most of them Jews, were herded into a building behind a railroad station for "showers" prior to "resettlement." The showers, of course, turned out to be sprays of gas pumped into the building by the engines from captured Soviet tanks...
...dust jacket provides the perfect image for the contents. An older man and a girl, dressed in what appears to be nightshirts, are dancing a sort of ring-around-a-rosy. Despite clasped hands, the two are curiously abstracted. Their eyes do not meet. Their smiles do not match. A vaguely Marat/ Sade promise of violence seems to be in the air. The manic energy of the dance generates no gaiety, no warmth. This is a social act in a vacuum-dance seen as antic pathological spin...
Elly Stone made it an ingredient of her debut. Oceans of eerie quiet still surround Brel's 16-bar novellas at every performance. The narrow, tremulous wraith appears in black velvet pants and jacket, a little lace jabot at her throat. The mordant chords purl from the back of the stage, and she becomes an authentically possessed figure. On the slow numbers, the words are not sung; they seem to float from her throat. The uptempo songs could survive almost any rendition, but when Elly sings them, she charges them with alternating currents of energy and melancholia. She does...