Word: clothing
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Sounds like the Reagan era in miniature. But there was wit in Paul Brickman's script and swank in his camera style. For Cruise, there was more. As soon as he tore into an air-guitar rendition of Bob Seger's Old Time Rock 'n' Roll, in his Oxford-cloth shirt, B.V.D.s and socks, pop magnetism burst out of its suburban shell, and a star was born...
...four, I can safely say that German nationalism, compared to American nationalism, is miniscule, if not non-existent. In contrast to the America of 1989, we do not spend our time discussing flag-burning or standing up in high school to pledge allegiance to a piece of cloth. While the burning of foreign flags is illegal, every German can--and people do--burn as many German flags as he or she may wish...
...Ortega strode in," Bush related. "I was not sure whether it was a defensive stride or a take-command stride. He made his way around a table toward us. He is a bigger and broader man than the common perception. I noticed his uniform, the very bright khaki cloth and the bright red bandana. I don't say it to denigrate the Boy Scouts, but he looked like a senior Boy Scout leader...
Peace has come to most of the country, and with it a modicum of prosperity. The outdoor markets of Kampala and other cities are full of food. Soap, salt and cloth are available in stores. Cars and trucks again ply the rutted roads, and offices that used to close after lunch so workers could get home before the shooting started are now open for business all day. Farmers are busy cultivating cassava and coffee. Industrial production has begun to revive, and the economy, brought to its knees by mismanagement and war, grew 5% last year...
...maturity is a sublime, intensive lesson in pictorial coding, and this, as much as anything else, has been the source of its fascination to other painters. In rendering appearances, every artist has a code of some sort -- a way in which the licks and smears of colored mud on cloth manage, seemingly without intervention from the viewer, to recompose themselves as hard shiny metal, warm flesh, wind-ruffled grass or the sweaty sheen of a horse's flank, all in the blink of an eye. But no artist seems as explicit about this legerdemain as Velazquez...