Word: casuals
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...their best, these photographs have a wondrously subtle tension to them. On one hand, they seem absolutely dumb in conception. Their composition is so casual-seeming that it is as if their frames enclose not a work of art, but a transparent "peephole" to the physical event that Rosenblum recorded. They are almost like the leaves of a family snapshot album, so direct is the affair they seem to engender between the viewer and the viewed...
...pictures to the gallery wall and prevent any quick dismissal of them. It is as if that "transparent" peephole is also completely opaque-full of a mysters that could not be ciphered. He has turned his snapshots into stone. His portrait of a "Haitian Woman," for example, is so casual that it could be a passport photograph and yet so full of a unity of expression that it is ultimately as impenetrable as it is gripping...
...traded one short, ugly man for another," she zinged-typically -when she and Geffen ran into Singer-Songwriter Paul Simon. Then, a few months ago, she took up with Gregg Allman, lead vocalist in the rock band that bears his name. But these have not been casual affairs. "I'm a one-man-at-a-time woman," she says. "To put it in the vernacular, I'm not an easy lay. What counts is the quality of the relationship...
...original sense of humor. Maybe Mad About Mintz is something of a commercialization of his talents, an attempt to bring the LaZebnik wit to a wider audience than the Lowell JCR. His parodies of Hamlet and Paradise Lost count on only as much knowledge of these works as the casual reader of Bartlett's could be expected to have. The move to Agassiz has made LaZebnik's theater less intimate, more like musical comedy. In Teeth he paid little serious attention to plot and wrote a bizarre kind of free association opens buits, MAM the must hardly accompanies the dialogues...
...hockey player glides surely onto the ice, takes a couple of casual turns around the rink, leans raffishly on his stick and says, "My remarkable ability to shoot from either side makes me invaluable. My fierce checking makes me the most respected defenseman in the league." Brad Park or Bobby Orr in an uncharacteristically boastful moment? Not a chance. It is that famed canine fantasizer Snoopy, who has taken to the sport like a dog to a T bone. He is not alone. In the past five years Americans in swelling numbers have nurtured their own fevered dreams of slap...