Word: crepes
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...cotton-jersey long-sleeved, shirt-collared jacket, pleated wrap skirt and ivory muscle-sleeve T shirt ($210). The suit jacket can be worn with Anthony's matching pleated trousers ($60) by day. The look can be varied with the addition of Blassport's long-sleeved ivory polyester crepe-de-chine front-buttoned shirt ($44), which can be worn partly buttoned and knotted around the waist for a casual evening...
...cocktail parties, consider Calvin Klein's salmon crepe-de-chine long-sleeved blouse with banded collar, and his separate matching narrow-front wrap skirt (both for $232). Finally, for that most glamorous evening, the jewel of the wardrobe: Halston's peach silk crepe-de-chine evening jumpsuit, bare back, with halter top, bias cowl neck and bias self-sash at waist...
...Saturday night; the cast of American in Purgatory was preparing its closing performance. The Agassiz Theater lies a grassy fifty yards from the Loeb but seems shabby genteel by comparison. the dressing rooms huddle in the basement, ceilinged by exposed pipes that cast members have garnished with crepe paper. The festive one-for-all atmosphere heightened in intensity; in a few hours the only remnant of two months work would be a stack of slides the producer arranges in a small, plastic carousel. "AAAaaah, Ooooh, la-la-la-la-la-ne-ne-ne-t-t-t-;" gregarious gobs gather...
...concerned, the film's cloying romanticism and insipidly dreamy camera shots make this precursor of the Gatsby revival the best possible excuse to ban the Concorde and in fact all transatlantic traffic. In other words, what's small, green, croaks and hops? Now that La Crepe has left Cambridge, maybe this little pancake should take the hint and roll out for good...
...apres-gala orgy, consecrated by custom, begins. Sloshing up the stairs, one of the producers of the event mutters to a crepe-dressed mannequin: "We're running out of champagne, for God's sake, where'd it all go to?" Blake, who has had just about all of the Pudding's hospitality he can hold, leaves, with a few companions. The kids are still waiting on the sidewalk across from the Pudding. It's 1 a.m. and a policeman is telling them to move on, go home, but they scatter, regroup and wait huddled in the circle of the streetlight...