Word: haltering
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...thin and leggy, but she walks with a knock-kneed self-conscious slouch. When she tries to be sexy, the worst of Valley Girl fashion comes out of the closet. Too much hairspray, too many jiggly bangles, plastic colorful earrings, a flairy mini-skirt and a push-up satin halter are the usual attire. All the sleazy guys at Frank's Hamburger Joint--which Connie and her friend prowl by night--think Connie is sexy, but even remembering what it was like to be 15, it's hard to understand why she'd want to hang out with those guys...
Perhaps the best defense these man have is their sense of humor. O'Hara, for instance, followed the story of two children accidentally shot outside a bar with a riotous description of a 300-pound halter-topped nymphomaniac who frequents the spot. All of the officers seemed ready for a joke...
There are thundering echoes of the swinging '60s in Sprouse's work-a lime-green sequined dress with a halter collar could have been filched from Twiggy's attic-but his clothes, as Buyer Jean Rosenberg of Henri Bendel in New York City points out, "are not '60s redos. Those clothes were skimpier and skinnier." Sprouse's lines tend to be a little more careful and deliberate, even sculpted, and a lot of his wizardry comes in combinations, like throwing a man-size coat over a mini. Says Pat Henderson of Bergdorf Goodman...
...grossly expensive epic war film. Fairchild is working for scale ($195.80 a week) to break out of the blitz of vixen parts that Hollywood has offered since her bitchy role on television's Flamingo Road. "All they want you to do is run around in pants and a halter top," says the actress, who wears mostly that in Geniuses. "But it's theater," she argues, "and it's funny, and I like the play a lot, and that's the difference...
...respectful of the official looking velvet ropes. "You've got tv, and you've got movies and you've got records--but it's nice to have something that he actually touched, you know?" Something that was his." She's wearing a pair of nondescript blue jeans and a halter. She's in her late thirties. She hangs back in the crowd, which, as eight o'clock approaches, is well over three hundred. Everyone is meandering. There are Ford salesmen working the crowd. They jump like jackals when you drive up. They get ornery if you walk the other...