Word: colorism
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Getting the pictures for the color pages that run with the cover story presented similar technical and artistic problems. For the Triptych scene, Photographer Ormond Gigli had to ask the dancers to freeze in mid-motion. In several cases, performers left busy rehearsal schedules in austere studios to re-create their dances for Color Projects Researcher Andrea Svedberg and the cameramen in settings that made for better photography...
...scene was an apt symbol of Haiti and the Americans who go there in pursuit of the crystal-white, palm-fringed beaches, sparkling blue water, and hot Caribbean sun. Tourists marvel at the dramatic color of the Haitian landscape, its coconut, papaya, and mango trees, its high jagged mountains, and its sharp cliffs and quiet coves. They drink Haitian rum, watch the colorful folklore shows, and swing at night to the fast rhythms of the Haitian music. And most take a curious look at the native culture and its black primitivism...
...Sexy. Wisconsin's Warrington Colescott, 47, who knew the period as a teenager, explored the subject in his Dillinger series, a group of lithographs and color intaglios in his recent one-man show this February at the Milwaukee Art Center. To California-born Colescott, the '30s, for all the hard times, had "a kind of kinship and romance." He sees Bank Robber John Dillinger, Public Enemy No. 1, as the folk hero of the decade, the outlaw at odds with society, who also personified "the general environment of violence that is still very much with...
Innocence is based on a 1964 story by Noel Coward, but Director Guy Green obviously hoped to create a younger Singapore version of Summertime, in which Katharine Hepburn found unhappiness in the arms of Rossano Brazzi. To that end, the action is clotted with well-photographed local color-teeming bazaars, sinful side streets, tourist-trap luxury. Unfortunately, though, no amount of lively scenery can make up for the scenario, and on-camera at least, the nubile Miss Mills is not much more plausible as a sex symbol than her unfortunate aunt...
...turn after her. Cars slide between her and the camera. Even without the music it would be fascinating. With the brazen beat and the salacious lyrics, it becomes a walk on the wild side, a joy to see. You sit there, watching the girl, all the motion and color, in the groove with the sound. Stop the music! No more orange electronic notes to swell the picture. No more foot-tapping in the aisles. But the camera lingers on that suddenly shoddy Roxbury street. Absolute silence now. And you've been had. You were riding high...