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When Rene Verdon quit in a Gallic huff last month as White House chef, Lady Bird Johnson had already lined up his successor: Henri Haller, 43, Swiss-born executive chef at New York City's Sheraton-East Hotel, better known to gourmets as the old Ambassador (and soon to be torn down for an office building). By last week Haller's security clearance was in, and the White House announced his appointment. He was immediately enmeshed in the big blender of bureaucracy. The White House handout changed his first name to plain old Henry, and Liz Carpenter, Lady...
...biography, The Three Lives of Charles de Gaulle, and told one anecdote that didn't get into the book. The general, said he, had a reputation as a ladies' man once, even used to pursue the same demoiselles as his former comrade-in-arms Marshal Henri Pétain. Well, a friend asked the general in later years if the story was true. "Ah, oui," De Gaulle answered. "Pétain and I were sometimes on the same terrain. But not on the same night...
VIVA MARIA! Photography by Henri Decae enhances the allure of Jeanne Moreau and Brigitte Bardot, who do what they can with Director Louis (The Lovers) Malle's rather slapdash farce about a pair of dance-hall girls involved in a Central American revolution...
VIVA MARIA! Photography by Henri Decae enhances the allure of Jeanne Moreau and Brigitte Bardot, who do what they can with Director Louis (The Lovers) Malle's rather slapdash farce about a pair of dance-hall girls involved in a Central American revolution...
...rescue with more antistate, antichurch, antedated spoofery than he can gracefully handle. His rhythm is erratic, as though he were trying to make a movie in five or six different styles at the same time, none wholly his own. But even the deadly slow stretches are redeemed by Cameraman Henri Decae, whose breathtakingly sophisticated photography is a show in itself, imperceptibly shaded as the action moves from lush Rousseau tropics to the cabaret scenes that exude a smoky golden haze in which Moreau and Bardot appear like creatures of Lautrec or Degas, ineffably alluring...