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...just the first few seconds, the single reminds those who watched MTV in the early ’90s what they are missing with the current obsession with boy bands and bare bellies. The first rumblings of Kurt Cobain’s low, searching voice, balanced by a thumping bass and percussion rhythm reminiscent of a heartbeat, are achingly familiar...
...students, so Carlhian had to design a high-rise. For structural and aesthetic reasons, Carlhian explained, it made no sense to design a 14-story high-rise of brick—thus the concrete-aggregate form and revolution in Harvard dormitory housing. The interiors were purposefully designed as bare concrete: ever-changing blank canvases upon which, in the suites, the students could express their tasteful creativity (Carlhian said he envisioned “tapestries”). In the public areas, various fine arts would be exhibited, including a giant painting of camels in the dining area and a statue...
...bare stage and sparse lighting emphasize Mateo’s choreography. His choice of themes for Then, Here & Now underlines the simplicity of form and natural quality of the dancing. Mateo describes his program as “elemental,” a motif most conspicuous in “Still Waters,” a piece set to Debussey’s Nocturne and “Oceanid,” set to music by Mendelssohn...
...modest, genital-free version. Edgier titles including French Vogue and Visionaire will go for the Full Monty. Lacoste is also launching a fragrance campaign starring a naked man, but the Herb Ritts photo uses that old crossed-leg trick again. The real reason behind the debut of these bare boys isn't artistic, of course. It's pure shock value, a naked play for controversy. But it could be worse. At least there is no scratch 'n' sniff. - By Lauren Goldstein ENVIRONMENT Production Line Homes Bricks and mortar are so 20th century - why not assemble entire homes in a factory...
...Harvard people back to Waldorf with me—said boyfriend and a friend with whom I feel especially close—and walk the halls determinedly, sure that those walls, sponge-painted in eggshell blue, can explain something. I show up in childish defiance of the dress code: bare midriff and shoulders, blue jeans. I talk too fast and accept the embraces and kisses of the teachers who watched me grow up. Am I happy at Harvard? I’m blissful...