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...cover is the theme of the Paris fall 2006 collections. Wave adieu to the frilly ladylike look and navel-baring sexuality of past seasons. At Givenchy, Riccardo Tisci put his bespectacled models into stiff dresses and opaque tights. At Rochas, the modest mood was reflected in Olivier Theyskens' skinny, chimney-sweeper-inspired pantsuits and monastic evening gowns. The color du jour: soot black...
...small chimney fire broke out at The Red House Restaurant off JFK Street yesterday afternoon, flooding the area with smoke but leaving no damage and none injured. According to Brian Kelly, manager of the upscale Winthrop Street restaurant, at around 3 p.m. yesterday Red House employees called the fire department after the flames in the restaurant’s fireplace got out of hand. “It was just a chimney fire,” he said. “Someone was just too aggressive in setting the fire. It looked worse than it was.” Kelly...
...class, they let you in.”At Harvard, Marshall says he took courses on the history of medicine and the biology of cancer. In the history of medicine course, he says he learned about the discovery of benzopyrene, a potent carcinogen, which was first detected when chimney sweeps in the 19th century developed scrotum cancer with unusual frequency after sitting on their brushes to clean inside chimneys.In his biology of cancer course, Marshall says he learned that benzopyrene, like all compounds produced from burning organic materials, is hydrophobic.He says these facts inspired him to design a better cigarette...
...part of such a publication…but, let’s say, hypothetically, if I were armed with my daddy’s credit card…I would never make such mistakes.”These arguments belie a sort of defensiveness. Much like Victorian chimney-sweeps, the poor, hard-working non-socialites of Harvard claim to be oppressed, but they still work under the assumption that their rivals have some kind of power over them. “Don’t rub it in our faces that we didn’t go to the Spence...
...still believe that Santa Claus will be sliding down your chimney on Christmas Eve, skip Jeremy Seal's historical travelogue Santa: A Life. Not that Seal is a killjoy. After all, for a start the British writer indulgently ferries his wonderstruck daughters to Santa's Kingdom, a vast, tawdry grotto in Birmingham, England, and then, a year later, all the way to Lapland. In between, though, Seal comes to admire Santa's prototype, as he tracks the shape-shifting Byzantine bishop St. Nicholas across 17 centuries of Christendom. Born in Christian Myra (now Demre) in southern Turkey...