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...Sunday stroll down Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard (but everybody still calls it 125th Street) between Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Boulevard (Seventh Avenue) and Frederick Douglass Boulevard (Eighth Avenue) takes the visitor past an armory of corrugated metal doors drawn protectively over shop facades. But on each of these doors a street genius named Franco has painted Pop-art murals appropriate to the goods sold inside: an underwater paradise for the fish shop, a spangled Eiffel Tower for the travel agency, a chain- laden Mr. T for the jewelry store. Midblock stands the legendary Apollo Theater, which brings Harlem...
...this new inner-city crime wave is the motive of most of the culprits: to get enough cash for another hit of crack. "Brick stealing is on the upswing, and it's directly tied to the price of the brick," says Charles H. Smith Jr., president of the Oakman Boulevard Community Association. "Crackheads will steal anything, and there's a market for them because somebody's buying...
PYOTR BELOV, Tverskoi Boulevard 11, Moscow. Twenty-two allegorical works about Stalin's reign of terror, by the theater artist Pyotr Belov (1929-88). Among the most damning: one portraying antlike columns of Gulag prisoners emerging from a pack of Belomor cigarettes -- a reference to the forced labor that built the Belomor canal -- and another showing Stalin up to his boots in a sea of dandelions imprinted with the faces of his victims...
...keyboardist and a drummer troop onto the stage. A drumbeat clears the air, and suddenly the band is cruising through the infectious opening rhythm of The Man in the Hat. The lead singer grabs the microphone and shrieks, "Heading for a meeting/ Across the frozen intersection/ On the night boulevard . . . The man in the hat of no particular fate/ He's neither strong nor weak . . . He's just a man, a man at the sunset...
...Chambre Syndicale, the pantheon of 43 Paris- based designers who may show at the Louvre. The French buzzed and clucked at the outrageousness of the new upstart. After all, who but Kelly could boast that only eight years ago he was peddling his clothes on the sidewalk of the Boulevard St.-Germain, calling out to passersby in a Mississippi drawl, "Tres chic! Pas cher!"? Now he's selling on four continents. "Patrick is refreshing because he isn't trying to be divine," says Mary Ann Wheaton, who runs Kelly's worldwide operations...