Word: grecos
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...detective who pursues the travelers under the impression that he is chasing a pair of bank robbers. Todd has also somehow managed to get 44 stage and screen stars to play bit parts. They include such varied figures as Sir John Gielgud, Marlene Dietrich, Frank Sinatra, and Jose Greco; and not the least attraction of the picture is identifying them as they appear...
...euphoric Paris critic recently told his readers of an artist whose work has "an intense living presence because it is drawn from the pulsing daily life of breathing humanity." This panting prose was directed to the achievements of a 31-year-old singer named Mick Micheyl. With Juliette Greco, who last week was breathing her dusky ballads to patrons of Manhattan's Waldorf-Astoria, Mick is the most extravagantly acclaimed of post-Piaf popular French "art" singers. Singers Micheyl and Greco look as if they may become the most exciting exports from the Paris nightclubs since Piaf began looking...
...girls are a study of Gallic contrasts. Mick Micheyl is sunny; Juliette Greco is subterranean. In her simple sheath or plain skirt and white broadcloth shirtwaist, Mick affects the saucy style of a French street urchin-the impertinent type Parisians call un titi. Juliette, in her clinging, floor-length black, displays the kind of world-weariness that once moved Jean Cocteau to speak of "the 'ruinous jewel of her heart." Both Mick and Juliette, intense admirers insist, do not merely sing-they have something...
Bittersweet Memories. If Mick Micheyl is a Parisian spring breeze, Juliette Greco is a gust from a dark grotto. In Manhattan last week, with her weedy dark hair hanging to her waist, she chanted in French the bittersweet songs that have made her famous at home. Her large, square hands shaped the phrases; her high-cheekbonsd, chalky face was alternately sullen and sad. In her best song, I Hate Sundays ("Every day of the week is empty and hollow, but there's worse than the weekday, there's pretentious Sunday"), her voice faded to an organ whisper. Even...
...drawing manikins and animals, I tried to draw thunderstorms." Later on he filled the margins of his schoolbooks with doodles that seemed best to express his feelings. Outwardly, Hartung followed the trend of his generation, haunted the museums in his teens admiring Rembrandt, Matthias Grüunewald and El Greco, began painting in the style of Viennese Expressionist Kokoschka...