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...even while the Iranian government compels women to wear scarves over their hair, a shirt extending to at least mid-thigh and an article of clothing over the legs, women are allowed to choose exactly how strictly they want to observe the Islamic dress. Many young women, mainly in Tehran, wear scarves that only cover half of their hair, revealing hair in both the front and back. Sometimes, scarves are near-transparent. Their long shirts—called montos—can be tight and decorated with attention-grabbing buttons or zippers. They wear capri pants and high-heels...
...leaves begin to brown, as seersucker makes way for camel-hair, and as cosmopolitan cocktails convert to classic cognacs, we reach many Harvard students’ favorite time of year—punch season...
...feels wrong, looking at 75-year-old jokes. It's like looking at old porn: you can't expect people who had body hair and no Pilates to seem hot now. But if you give yourself a chance to settle into it, as any good New Yorker reader trained on 5,000-word stories about ketchup would, you start to laugh at even the 1925 section of The Complete Cartoons of the New Yorker. The rhythms might be slower, the references outdated and the attitude more restrained, but funny, it turns out, stays funny. Old porn, it turns out, also...
...became disciples of Italian rock god Vasco Rossi, who must be in his mid-50s but still dons leather pants and jacket and a trademark black baseball cap over his ferocious mane of graying hair for his rave-up “Buoni O Captivi,” which rips off from Michael Jackson’s “Bad” the winning concept of two gangs about to get into a knife fight, but deciding instead to just dance. Between this and Mario Venuti’s “Nella Fattispecie,” remarkable...
Schwartzman’s character Albert is a post-puberty Max Fischer, with longer hair, a scraggly beard and none of the charm. Schwartzman opens the film by shouting a stream of obscenities; in person, he makes somewhat less of an impression. He balances his slight, thin build on a couch, sipping a glass of water and at one point sucking on a lemon. Schwartzman’s conversation—when he gets a word in edgewise amidst Russell’s freewheeling monologues—swings wildly from dull stories from the Huckabees set to an extended riff...