Word: harlequin
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...rather, how much of it should you wear." To be sure, lame jumpsuits and sequined evening gowns have been around since Cher was in knickers. For Dede Dolce, 43, a mother of three teenagers from Culver City, Calif., metallics recall the days of sequined Capri pants and speckled harlequin glasses. Gazing into the glittering windows of Saks in Beverly Hills, Dolce muses: "The whole thing reminds me of Palm Springs à la 1950." But the current gilt trip, according to Mirabella, began in the spring of 1980 with French Designer Yves Saint Laurent's ready-to-wear collection...
...nearly virginal Harlequin romances, passion never goes above a whisper: "She gasped with helplessness and fright and another subtler emotion that she could not understand." Masters and Johnson could furnish her with a working hypothesis, but even the more oestrous Richard Gallen Books line purrs only a little louder: "Sweet spasms of oneness curled within her." All this heavy breathing is as calculated as a publisher's earnings statement; according to industry surveys, readers want the sex wrapped in euphemisms and the future tied in pink ribbons...
...costumes. The story of carnival players trying to lure a crowd into their act is trampled by the arrival of weary soldiers from the front, still wearing gas masks. Nor is there any support from Gray Veredon's pallid, inert choreography. (Leonide Massine created the original dances.) As Harlequin, Gary Chryst works hard, but his role is never allowed to gain momentum...
...talk of dream imagery, free association, irrational juxtaposition. And partly from plain hunger. As Miró explains, "Sometimes I hadn't had any supper. I saw things ... I saw shapes in the chinks in the walls and shapes on the ceiling." Typical of this period is Carnival of Harlequin, 1924-25, which squirms with a profusion of shapes-a black, writhing snake with a huge white-gloved hand where its head should be; a startled cat's face in search of a proper body; a jack-in-the-box with bee's wings...
Staring from the poster, they looked like a nightmare of what might be, that terrifying day when the street gangs take over the city, any city. Some of them wore leather vests over bare chests. Others had on Arab headdresses. A few, their faces painted harlequin colors, wore baseball uniforms and carried bats. Massed as far as the eye could see, all looked menacing, and the threat was underscored by the text above the picture: "These are the Armies of the Night...