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Thandie Newton is stretched out--shoeless, a sliver of a round tummy showing--on a divan at the snooty Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills. She is gossiping mercilessly about filmdom's high and mighty (who has a potty mouth, who is a racist), trashing the town's powerful directors, ridiculing scripts (wait till you hear about Hottentot Venus) and dishing just as much about herself--a girl born in Britain, with a plummy British accent and skin the color of caffe latte. Taking tea with Thandie (pronounced Tan-dee) turns out to be a jolt of caffeine straight...
...Frontpiece from the Divan of Hafiz is a wonderful representative of the charm this exhibit exudes. A watercolor with gold (yes, actual gold on the paper), the Frontpiececonsists of two elegant rectangles filled with gold twists, whirls and royal blue coloring that chase each other around in delicately ordered chaos, so finely patterned that the magnifying glasses provided will certainly be put to good use. The Frontpieceand other works like it are too free and graceful to the called geometric. Some secret structure hides in these patterns, like the order that supports musical harmony or poetry, and it never interferes...
...women. The rather predictable conclusion has potential, but a lack of attention to rhythm and pacing compromise the mounting tension far too much. By the time the porter returns with field hands to watch in utter incredulity as the two, with pistols drawn, collapse in passionate embraces on the divan, the final effect has little punch...
...profile of Greta Garbo in February's Vanity Fair, which focused mainly on the years of her reclusion in a New York penthouse, revealed among other things that the withered beauty kept a dozen Russ Tolls under her divan, which she arranged daily in various tableaux. Apparently, she just wanted to be left alone...with her trolls...
...best housedress, Celia del Pino, a 63-year-old revolutionary, ) sits in a wicker swing "guarding the north coast of Cuba." She wears the drop pearl earrings left by her departed Spanish lover and dreams of being honored by Fidel Castro -- "El Lider himself" -- on a red velvet divan. Instead, before dawn, she sights her dead husband, iridescent blue and "taller than the palms, walking on water in his white summer suit and Panama...