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...that Hughes [always asked for when he] was going off on a plane. [Margulis] made up a packet, along with the mandatory bottle of Poland water, and helped Hughes descend from his hideout down the service elevator to the hotel garage. With his snap-brim hat and his leather jacket, the man who had broken the round-the-world flight record almost forty years earlier boarded an old Daimler limousine and went off to relive the joys of long-gone days...
...rapidly sidetracked on a series of unconnected and nightmarish tangents. Beard, shaken by his wife Leonora's grisly and easily forestalled death, enters into an affair with Paola, a young, trendy Italian photographer who astonishingly remembers Beard's name after having seen it in movie credits. (The dust jacket informs us that Paola's photographs "adorn the book," quite a feat for a fictional character and no doubt a surprise to photographer David Robinson.) All is fine and dandy between the two, as uncovered in some badly written bedroom scenes, until Paola must leave Rome, where most of the novel...
Several well-known designers have climbed aboard the hayride, turning out country-look garb at double and triple the prices of the catalogue merchandise. Ralph Lauren, 37, has made the rough-hewn look the backbone of his collection. His Harris tweed hacking jacket is a highly styled-and highly priced ($256)-version of a riding jacket sold for $79.50 by the equestrian outfitter, Miller's of New York. Louis Vuitton has whipped up a knapsack ($275) blanketed with the familiar L.V.s. Patti Cappalli, 37, has turned out a little mink-lined lumber jacket ($450) and Alice Elaine...
...humor that jarred. He did not give a fig for the lines of high seriousness imposed by the hardcore New York art world. His reputation would look after itself; he would not tend it. Besides, Rauschenberg was a natural dissipater. The sight of him in his porcupine-quill leather jacket, erect but slightly, marinated with Jack Daniel's, cackling like a Texan loon and trying to get his arm around everyone at once, was too familiar...
...pulled a gun and said "Drop your wallet," the student told the two policemen. They at least went through the motions of paying careful attention. The robber was black, about six feet tall, and wore a light brown jacket, the student said. I remember that clearly because only a few minutes earlier I had walked past a man meeting that description in the darkest part of the Common...