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...secretly sure that Cappi would be waiting there in Smith along with Dave's ex-Iowan classmate. In fact I was sure that Dave's date was Cappi. Sure, maybe she changed her name and forgot that she'd ever known me, but under my magic gaze the mists would part, Dave would step aside, and Cappi would step into my arms, lithe and beautiful. Nevertheless, I couldn't take chances, couldn't reveal my hopes--had to let Dave be harrassed...
...poor freshman will give away his lowly status by his quizzical gaze and questioning stammer when an upperclassman friend simply says, "After my Science A, I'll be swimming at the IAB--I mean MAC--you know, right around the corner from OCS, by D.U. Meet me there and we'll have lunch in A-house...
...Yorkers darted past one another in Rockefeller Center last week, many halted at the street-level windows of a camera gallery to gaze at a striking array of photographs: fireworks, an athlete in pain, the rings of Saturn, one space shuttle lifting off, another disintegrating in the air, a laughing Ronald Reagan, a gyrating Madonna, a city in flames. These and other dramatic images make up a new exhibit whose theme is TIME photojournalism of the 1980s...
...other American artist had ever known in his or her lifetime -- a flash-card recognizability that almost rivaled Picasso's. Millions of Americans who could not have picked Jasper Johns or Henri Matisse from a police lineup could identify that pale, squarish, loose-lipped face with its acne, blinking gaze and silvery...
Klein also took to plunging in among crowds to shoot point blank, so that faces meet the lens with mostly tentative expressions. As Manet had done a century earlier in his paintings, Klein recognized in the suspended gaze one of the chief signifiers of the modern temper. But judged by the canons of good photography, those pictures looked fumbled, invertebrate. Klein's anarchic strengths went unappreciated by eyes looking for nice tonal gradations and the standard ironies. Where were the compositional ligaments that held even the airiest Andre Kertesz photo in an iron fist? Where was the fine printing...