Word: chicness
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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There is an instant chic, a feeling of sophistication, in visiting auction rooms; decorated with pricey art and antique furniture, they resemble a cockney's dream of ducal halls. Sotheby's main salesroom in London, hung with chandeliers and often lined with valuable paintings, resembles a grand ballroom. Christie's, a few blocks away, has the slightly more venerable atmosphere of a London men's club. However, the principal attraction of an auction house before a sale is that it enables the viewer to make closer and longer observation of art works than he can possibly...
...York's high-fashion circles, it is known as Chilly Chic. In less trendy zones, people call it common-sense clothing. Either way, fear of goose bumps has struck: like squirrels gathering nuts, Americans are collecting cozy clothes for a low-energy winter. Department stores report record sweater sales, up as much as 50% over last year. Quilted down coats and jackets have descended from snowy mountains to urban streets. A mannequin in a Los Angeles store window wears thermal underwear -and spike heels. "Anything that even looks warm is big," explains a Chicago fashion executive...
...name is Hallie Martin. She is played by Jane Fonda. She is a TV newshen, very chic, and ambitious for a big story, though looking for it in an unlikely place, the conglomerate's annual meeting at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas...
...Dudley route passes through streets lined with small merchants, one-room boutiques as well as cuchifrito parlors, whose size may spell chic to the shopper but struggle to the owners. If you're on the bus you can pick and choose from the multitude of storefronts, but behind each is an owner who spends six or seven days a week there, 52 weeks a year. Often the owners are the shop's only employees, working 12 hours a day and worrying the rest. In spite of their labor, roughly a third of these small proprietorships go bankrupt within a year...
What holds one's interest in The French Atlantic Affair is the exuberant fraudulence of its every frame. Locations as far apart as Paris and Taos appear to be in the same time zone. The Festivale, though described as "very chic, very in, very high style," looks like a floating Ramada Inn. The script is a graveyard of unintentional boners. In one particularly cross moment, Savalas snarls, "Am I a fool? Do you think I talk just to hear my head rattle?" In this sweeps extravaganza, such questions are invariably -and giddily- rhetorical...