Word: boleros
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...evening wear, St. Laurent extended his dinner-jackets-for-women theme by adding Oscar Wilde-type velvet knickers with jeweled buckles and garters. His chain-belt trademark was ev erywhere. But what looked like his biggest winners were the trim, bolero-jacketed suits, with lots of fringe on suede belts. All in all, it was enough to rate Yves a ten-minute ovation...
What fascinates Paris buyers is that he has managed to remain Courreges while softening his line. Softer generally meant sexier. One bountiful mannequin almost frugged herself out of a sheer organdy miniskirt that was hitched by a strap in front to a little bolero top, cut short enough to expose the under-slope of her bosom. The gentlest touch of all: big imitation posies that were strewn over his pants, dresses, socks and, as an afterthought, incorporated into his models' hairdos. "I got up early this morning and started cutting out those flowers for the hair," said the usually...
...those who want to go right over the side, there are water skis and more than enough power to pull them. Even River Queen's houseboat is equipped with twin engines, which push the poky hull up to 30 m.p.h. Buehler Corp. exhibits its Bolero with water-jet propulsion that can make 44 m.p.h. Even closer to being airborne is Water Spyder Marine Ltd.'s first hydrofoil pleasure craft. Twelve feet overall and priced at $970, it can ride up onto its foils in seconds, tow a skier at close to 40 m.p.h...
RAVEL: MA MÈRE L'OYE (Philips). The late Pierre Monteux was 88 when he recorded this Mother Goose ballet suite with the London Symphony Orchestra, creating crystalline tableaux of sleeping princesses and lost children. Monteux also conducts the tilted, spinning Valse and seductive, syncopated Bolero with both French esprit and body English...
Miss. Owen's musical personality, expressed with restraint in the Yannatos work, blossomed in the Verdi Bolero, "Merce dilette, amiche." She sang the aria with perfect intonation and virtuosity, and the audience demanded that she repeat it. The second time around, Miss Owen was every inch the soprano. Flowers in hand, she sang to the audience, to the orchestra, to Yannatos and, quite possibly, to Verdi himself. She was obviously enjoying herself and her joy was contagious...