Word: blonds
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...mistress of Giuliano de' Medici, died of tuberculosis at 23, but it is said Botticelli used her lissome and rhythmical curves as the model for Venus on her half-shell and Flora in La Primavera. Vespucci may have looked like that, or she may not. Maybe she was a blond pudge like Pamela Anderson. Getting tumbled in a wave of neo-Platonic fantasizing about how outer shape mirrors inner essence--"For Soule is Forme, and doth the Bodie make," wrote the poet Spenser in 1596--may be great for the figure and complexion when court painters like Botticelli and writers...
...front of the panel you see the familiar face--that pale, egg-smooth, cold teenage mask--a girl soberly dressed in brown, the blue lacing of her bodice neatly echoing the blues of the far sky and the trees and water in the middle distance. Her blond hair frames her face in fine, tight ringlets. The painting prefigures Leonardo's later obsession with studies of the movement of water and air, not to mention his fondness for the similar hair of a future male lover, Salai--"beautiful hair, rich and curly," as he jotted on a page of his notebook...
...installed red tiles, glass and formica in her bathroom, red blinds, white walls and blue floors in the den and she used rose-colored lightbulbs in the stairway. Unfortunately, the exhibition is so concerned with maintaining the minimalist aesthetic of the exterior of the house—only blond wood and titantium frames are used against grey walls in the exhibition—that the small blue floor is the only hint of the fun that the Browns had with their minimalism...
...school activists dig deep. Her big hugs and undying commitment to this magazine go unparalleled. She will rule the comp and perhaps teach our staff a bit about true reporting, Newsweek style. FM is confident that, with the mag under the reigns of this pony-tailed blond, copy will be award-worthy...
...smell the drink on us," says Hana, her face clouding. "I hate them. They're so strict." Lately she's run away for longer periods, sometimes sleeping at her friend Aya's house, sometimes partying for days on end. Hana brightens and nudges Aya, pointing to a few dyed-blond punks slouching down the alley. "Hey, how about those guys?" Aya shakes her head. They go back to studying their photos, waiting for a better-looking option. Anything to avoid going home...