Word: fabricate
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Outside the trade, not everyone has heard his name. For Norell is concerned with style, not the spotlight, and with grace, not gimmicks. Never fussy without purpose, his talent lies in taste and a discriminating eye, in a flair for fabric and a sense of color, in a subtle bit of seamwork, an intricate set of pleats, a bead, a button, some spangles, a feather. Norell is neither set in his ways, like Mainbocher, nor out to amaze like Rudi Gernreich (of the topless-suit Gernreichs). He is a fashion moderate in step with the day, inventive but practical, inspired...
...good as Harold Pinter's and, like Pinter, he can put two or three people in a room, start them talking and sustain long successions of commonplaces that never subside in their fascination. Pulling all this burlap to threads, he reweaves it into a fabric that is still coarse but made to last...
...social fabric fascinated her even as a little girl. At eleven, she started her first novel, beginning: " 'Oh, how do you do, Mrs. Brown?' said Mrs. Tompkins. 'If only I had known you were going to call I should have tidied up the drawing-room.' " (On which her mother commented: "Drawing-rooms are always tidy.") Soon she was dispatching poems to Scribner's Magazine with her calling card attached, and when she began to be published she learned her first hard truth about old New York society: it had no use for brainy women...
There are raincoats, of course, and the latter-day versions are a splendiferous lot. Ranging in fabric from poplin to pique to patent leather, and in price from less than $5 to well over $100, they come single-breasted, double-breasted, belted in back, on the sides, all the way around or not at all, spill off the racks in solid colors, stars, stripes, prints, polka dots and patterns. This year's favorite is flowers: from A for aster to Z for zinnia, they make a coat a serenade to spring; its wearer becomes a veritable walking garden...
...carefully knocked the ash from his Ignacio Haya Gold Label cigar into the shiny new dashboard tray. At each traffic light, his dark eyes surveyed the car's interior and his fingers roamed over every piece of metal and fabric within reach. At one light, the driver of a Chevrolet Impala pulled along side and mouthed through his closed window: "Is that it?" He was left behind in the exhaust. As the white car approached a school bus and slowed again, the win dows flew up and the children in side chanted: "Mustang! Mustang! Mustang!" This week Ford...