Word: burlaped
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...hinting at perfections scarcely imagined unless the wearer were rendered shiftless. But as fashion gives way to fat, milady often assumes shapes and sizes that require all-too-little imagination. There is an answer for that, too: the tent shift, a sloping expanse of hopsacking, stretch fabric, burlap or denim that keeps her bulkiest problems right under the Big Top where they belong...
...three howling days and four nights, all work stopped, except for the police and the hospital attendants. Everyone else-the rich and the poor, old and young-shucked street clothes and inhibitions and donned everything from jeweled and satin costumes at $5,000 to sequined bikinis, hand towels, burlap sacks and burnooses, and went out. Thousands of bottles of liquor, from Scotch to Brazil's own cachaça, distilled from sugar cane, vanished down thousands of dance-parched throats. In the streets, in the hotels and public halls, they shimmied and shook to the 2,650 songs composed...
Whatever its material from burlap to brocade, a hostess gown assures the lady of the house comfort, glamour, and a kind of one-upmanship on her guests. After a day over the old hot stove, she can slip quickly and ungirdled into the easy camouflage of full-length draperies. And while her guests have had to settle for party dresses of unspectacular street length (the better to get in and out of cabs or family cars), they are sure to find their basic blacks outshone by the lady in skirts who rustles out from the kitchen with...
...long almond face. In performance she comes on, walks straight to the microphone, and begins to sing. No patter. No show business. She usually wears a sweater and skirt or a simple dress. Occasionally she affects something semi-Oriental that seems to have been hand-sewn out of burlap. The purity of her voice suggests purity of approach. She is only 21 and palpably nubile. But there is little sex in that clear flow of sound. It is haunted and plaintive, a mother's voice, and it has in it distant reminders of black women wailing in the night...
...official standing at Harvard or anywhere else. They pretended they were Harvard students, ate in the university dining halls and sat in on some classes. Joan Baez, who has long been thought of as a sort of otherworldly beatnik because of her remote manner, long hair, bare feet and burlap wardrobe, actually felt distaste for these academic bums from the start. "They just lie in their pads, smoke pot, and do stupid things like that," she says...