Word: colorful
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...heard her 22-year-old daughter declared guilty. Two of Patty's sisters began to weep, as did U.S. Deputy Marshal Janey Jimenez, the defendant's photogenic escort for most of the trial. As for Patty, she betrayed no emotion, but her face was drained of color. She whispered almost despondently to one of her lawyers: "I wonder if I ever had a chance...
Black and white, color, formal or candid, these photos are steeped in symbolic importance. The participants are visibly tense; they want to get it right, this eternal image. None of the men know what to do with their hands. One of Martin Schweig's brides clutches a bouquet and stares terrified into the camera. A row of Bachrach bridesmaids stand cracking smiles in their porcelain white faces, as alike as the ticky-tacky boxes they stand in front...
...closet, the actors waited alone, standing among bare furniture and containers of Jiffy Pop. They listened nervously for cues and silently urged one another on with nods of the head and "O.K." signs. Through the narrow doorway, only the orchestra was visible and the brightly-lit scrim which changed color from scene to scene: red, green, blue. Stage lights turned the air to a tinged blue haze which echoed with the disembodied voices of actors and laughter and applause. Every so often an actor dashed through the greenroom, grabbing a throat lozenge or gulp of water along...
...color movie flickered unwatched across a large screen on the right-hand side of the restaurant. The drinkers sat with their backs to the film, while Al the bartender, a skinny man with tremendous ears, told stories and teased his regular customers. I squeezed onto a barstool between a large Lite drinker and a large Schlitz drinker and asked the name of the movie...
...charges are dropped, then raised, then juggled desperately from night to night in an attempt to draw a larger crowd. The management retrenches, closing the club at two now instead of four a.m. The lavish vases of fresh-cut flowers--crisp white carnations and crowds of blue irises the color of twilight--are gone. The bare walls have emerged from behind them, triumphant. Heavy and silent, they tolerate the denim-bedecked transient dancers and ache from their loud stream of music. The smaller inanimate objects--little glass tables, sculptured plastic chairs, ashtrays that bear no name--huddle in groups, almost...