Word: chichiness
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...never been to a White House briefing or a presidential news conference. He does not entertain Cabinet officers at dinner parties or travel the chichi social circuit open to influential Washington journalists. He shuns the press clubs, including the one where other black newsmen meet. His beat is largely confined to a cluttered, windowless office just off the Washington Post's news room and a vast network of telephone sources. Were it not for a slight resemblance to Comedian Flip Wilson and a penchant for wearing red plaid trousers, Columnist William Raspberry could do his work unnoticed, until another...
...tall, Veruschka too eccentric, Jean Shrimpton too vacuous. Lauren is too ordinary." Vogue Editor in Chief Grace Mirabella says: "Year after year she gets better looking. It's the mood of the girl that comes through. She is a direct, strong, intelligent, straight woman. There's nothing chichi...
...Christian Licorice Store keeps the audience off balance. It comes on like a fairly conventional, chichi love story, a lot of fancy wrapping around an empty package. But whenever total apathy threatens, a small moment occurs...
Anyone who thought that this treatment might flatter him into flattery got a rude shock. He enlarged the Paris bureau staff and expanded his domain to include the Italian and Spanish collections. He sent his reporters to nightclubs, theaters, chic restaurants and chichi resorts to note not only what jet-setters were wearing but what they were doing while wearing it. A letter to his father explained his aims: "WWD must be alive in this alive business, WWD must be controversial in this controversial business, WWD must be smart and snobby in this smart and snobbish business." In late...
...handmaidens (Anita Pallenberg and Michele Breton) just hang around, giggling a lot and getting into bed and king-sized bathtubs with anyone available. The film, which pretends to have something more or less profound to say about exchanges of identity and loosening of moral fiber, alternates between incomprehensible chichi and flatulent boredom. Donald Cammell, the writer and codirector, edits his film elliptically and achieves a suffocating sense of baroque paranoia, but seemingly endless cliches overcome all the subliminal imagery...