Word: boudoirs
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...style that comes from long experience. Of the two singers making their debut, Finnish Bass-Baritone Kim Borg (as the Count) was adequate, but Swedish Soprano Elisabeth Soederstroem (as Susanna) was a silvery voiced delight. The sets by Designer Oliver (Rashomon, House of Flowers) Messel were superbly elegant: a boudoir whose rose-colored silk panels and drapes glowed with a kind of faded splendor, a formal garden suffused with the feathery, misty charm of a landscape by Watteau...
...sets and costumes ever seen on the Metropolitan stage. Unfortunately, however, Messel's scenery was designed for an earlier production at Glyndebourne and has merely been adapted to the Metropolitan stage. Scaling up a small set doesn't always work at the Met and the second act decor, the boudoir of the Contessa, looks like an oversized parlor of an English country home...
John Paul Jones, by Samuel Eliot Morison. From boudoir to quarterdeck, John Paul Jones was a storybook figure, and no one has told the story better than able Sea Scribe Morison...
...unlikely sort of hero, a brownish-haired little (about 5 ft. 5 in.) Scot with a murderous temper, the boudoir morals of a tomcat, and a colossal ego. He toadied to his superiors, fought with his peers, and would never give credit to his juniors when he could claim it for himself. He fancied himself as a freedom-loving "citizen of the world," yet ended up drawing his sword for a despot. But John Paul Jones could certainly do one thing: he could fight a ship as have few men before or since-and Rear Admiral Samuel Eliot Morison, U.S.N.R...
Lawyer Reese Parmelee is rich, wellborn, intelligent, young, tall and thewed like an ox. He is fearsome in war and agile in the boudoir. He is, in fact, cast from the same heroic mold as George Washington's bronze horse, and his problems, one would think, could hardly be more trying than shooing away the pigeons of circumstance-tax collectors, importunate beauties, photographers wanting to capture his grandeur in whisky ads. Yet Parmelee broods, and it is a credit to the author that readers are persuaded to take it seriously...