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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Either, the Or and the Holy Both, and his text reads rather like the litany that Claes Oldenburg, the most powerful American artist of his generation, had written five years earlier: "I am for art that coils and grunts like a wrestler. I am for art that sheds hair. I am for art you can sit on. I am for art you can pick your nose with or stub your toes...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Doing Their Own Thing | 1/8/1979 | See Source »

...stroll down memory lane. But this is a terribly selective memory. In American Graffiti the world revolves around cruisin' and high school romances, with the biggest problem being what one will do with one's sweetheart and car when you head off to college. John Travolta greases back his hair and dances his way into our hearts, a tough guy who is basically a hopeless romantic. Certainly he is a bit insensitive, but it's nothing the heart of a good woman can't cure. Even in The Buddy Holly Story, which tries to trace the emergence of Rock...

Author: By Tom Hines, | Title: Distorted Hindsight | 1/4/1979 | See Source »

Chomping on an unlit cigar with his slickedback grey hair parted in the middle, he is, as one member described him, a "Mr. Chips type...

Author: By Jeffrey R. Toobin, | Title: The New York Harvard Club: | 1/3/1979 | See Source »

That she possessed a worldly knowledge of her subject is evident from the photographs in this charming album. Feline, with almond eyes and "reddish, frizzly, rather African-looking hair," in Truman Capote's recollection, Colette radiated a sensual elan that captured France for half a century...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: L'Amour | 1/1/1979 | See Source »

...describes the moment that their relationship became serious, one can almost hear a director shout "Cut and print": "It was about three weeks into the picture-the end of the day-I had one more shot, was sitting at the dressing table in the portable dressing room combing my hair. Bogie came in to bid me good night. He was standing behind me-when suddenly he leaned over, put his hand under my chin, and kissed me. It was impulsive-he was a bit shy-no lunging wolf tactics. He took a worn package of matches out of his pocket...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: BOOKS: Bringing Up Bogie's Baby | 12/25/1978 | See Source »

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