Word: chestful
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...chair behind her. More striking, however, than Cassatt's choice of bright colors is her manner of achieving these tones. The blues and yellow of the theatre walls, reflected in a mirror behind the young woman, reappear as blue and yellow tones in the skin of the woman's chest and arms. Similarly, the pink dress, which appears at first glance to be a solid color, resolves itself into a conglomeration of yellows, blues, whites, and yes, some pink. Here Cassatt uses a common Impressionistic technique: she achieves a greater vibrancy of tone by juxtaposition of unblended opposing colors...
Other groups have attempted to cash in on the Boy's success. 'N Sync and Take Five might look good in some low-riding jeans and a sweater with a stripe across the chest; they, too, might be able to sing along with a keyboard and a drum machine. But do they have the spark of true genius? Can they look into 12 cameras like they were looking into your eyes alone and promise never, never to break your heart and somehow, over all those miles of television cables, actually mean it? Do you know that they will someday come...
Instead of just talking about a royale with cheese as he did in "Pulp Fiction," Samuel Jackson, the Hasty Pudding Theatricals' Man of the Year, last night strapped two of them across his chest...
...Kitty cornered between the trendy Tapas Restaurant Dali and the upscale Wine and Cheese Cask, the 40 foot by 12 foot ice chest pays homage to 1950s trailer aesthetic. The white washed walls of this oversized freezer are colorfully decorated with various little snowmen clad in black top hats, red scarves, corn cob pipes and overflowing bags of ice. Unable to resist the vast gleaming white sides of the ice cabin, crafty taggers continuously sully the innocent snowmen with black spray paint. Not only a last-minute resource for party melt-downs, the structure also acts as a billboard...
...Dorff, the current number is graced by Elizabeth Hurley, touched up in such an unsubtle way that her breasts fairly leap off the page; it's as if they were eyeballs in a Tex Avery cartoon, ogling themselves. The accompanying profile opens with Hurley's complaining about having her chest photographically enlarged on the cover of Cosmo, which only goes to highlight the curious synchronicity between men's and women's magazines (but that's another discussion). Esquire has just come off a recent run of inexplicable covers that included cadaverish portraits of Fred Rogers and Bill Murray...