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Whatever you call it, Christine Mayer has tapped into the zeitgeist brilliantly. She's a professional theater costume designer who made herself a jacket out of a recycled army tent. Someone tried to buy it off her in the street, and her retail clothing business was born. She purchases old Swedish army tents and NATO navy sweaters in bulk, and then cuts and tailors them into a range of jackets, pants and coats. Upscale boutiques from Hong Kong to Zurich stock her gear. In her own store in the heart of Mitte, stylized photos of sullen models look down...
...about them." Khan then suggested that she wear a white scarf to crown the ensemble, displaying both colors of the Pakistani flag. In 1996, when Princess Diana visited Pakistan, Rizwan Beyg was commissioned to outfit her. "I actually dressed her in a man's achkar [a long, traditional buttoned jacket]," recalls Beyg...
...Blue,” rides a driving guitar riff resembling something from a punk rock Johnny Cash as Casablancas delivers one of the album’s best lyrics: “I know I’m going to hell in a leather jacket / at least I’ll be in another world while you’re pissing on my casket.” While Casablancas’ freewheeling tone adds a sense of fun not heard in his voice for several years, it doesn’t distract from the fact that the song never really...
...That was the greatest trip, just unbelievable," Clinton says now. We were sitting in her hotel suite the day after her Jerusalem gaffe, the Secretary in an electric-blue shift rather than her usual formal jacket and pants. She was wearing glasses and appeared rather freckly without her makeup. "I guess that trip has animated and informed everything I've done since," she said. She emerged from the trip reinvigorated, with a new mission. By the end of 1995, at the U.N. Conference on Women in Beijing, the First Lady had propounded a new Clinton Doctrine: "Women's rights...
...printing process is speedy and impressive. The copier rapidly spits out a thick stack of pages, which the machine then clamps, rotates, and binds with hot glue into a card-stock jacket. Two blades, regrettably obscured from view, thresh off the book’s edges until it is cut to size. Finally, the finished product is deposited, like a bottle of soda from a vending machine, into a compartment near the bottom. Apart from their unadorned covers, the books look and feel indistinguishable from those on the shelves...