Word: charm
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Among other peril-frought trends in the U.S., Italy's sleek, slick Couturiere Simonetta observed a "dangerous" tendency among U.S. women to ignore fashion trends and wear what they look best in. Here on her first U.S. visit since 1955, Simonetta crossly jangled her charm bracelet at a New York Timeslady and cried: "All over the country I have seen what I have never seen before . . . Where is the three-quarter sleeve? Where is the lithe waistline, the close-fitting hipline? The shorter hemline? These are not being worn, although we presented them in the last collections!" But, after...
Steady, Now. But when he likes, Philip can turn on a charm that is dazzling, does it with an easy irreverence royalty seldom achieves. Walking down a line of spectators, he noticed a young girl pretending to swoon as he passed. Philip grinned at her: "Steady, now." On another occasion, a young matron took a look at him and murmured: "Mmmmm." Philip heard her, looked her up and down, and said: "MMMMMMmmm." He may examine a Buckingham Palace menu in elaborate French, remark cheerily to the guests: "Ah, good. Fish and chips again...
...India, productions of Kathakali cause audiences to curse the bad guys (red-bearded) and cheer the good guys (green-faced). Broadway audiences were less demonstrative but found that the blood-and-wonder spectacle had color, dash, the spice of novelty and the charm of skillfully stylized performances...
...easy to understand that, when the unflagging, disarming American charm met Dylan's professional charm, it caused a general melting fudge of a sticky, syrupy, irresistible fluid, impossible for such as us: raw from the harsh Welsh backward blacknesses." To his "wide-open-beaked" poetry readings all over the U.S.. Dylan gave "the concentrated artillery of his flesh and blood, and, above all, his breath. I used to come in late and hear, through the mikes, the breath-straining panting . . . booming blue thunder into the teenagers' delighted bras and briefs. And I thought, Jesus, why doesn...
...that only an astronomer can appreciate the full beauty of his photographs. They are covered with roundish bright spots, each of which is a bubble of hot gas 200-500 miles in diameter that has worked its way up from the sun's interior like a thunderhead. The charm of the pictures, says Schwarzschild, is their unprecedented sharpness...