Word: kiki
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Wilder has wisely done away with all of the original verr-ee French accents. But he has added an ingredient that was perhaps mercifully lacking on the stage: where the theater's Irma was the only girl on view, the screen now swings with poules on parade-Kiki the Cossack in fur-topped boots, Lolita in heart-shaped sunglasses, the Zebra Twins, and a nameless tart with a cantilevered bust...
...single building, but at the proper distance its doors and windows spell the artist's name and its eaves the date. Jokes all, they are. and technically indebted to other painters. Ramapo Hills owes flagrant credit to Franz Marc, Le Pont Neuf to Giorgio de Chirico, Kiki to Modigliani, others to Braque. Léger, Picasso and Magritte. Yet they have much beyond mockery that is their own: enough original sensitivity and so abundant a measure of spontaneity that it almost begins not to matter that the method is imprecise or the execution slapdash. There is gimmickry...
...promising talent. A teacher all his life (at New York's Hackley School for boys'), he began composing under French impressionist influence, became fascinated by Javanese music, and incorporated the Oriental influence in such five-and six-notescale works as In a Myrtle Shade and Wai Kiki. His talent, as shown in recordings of Notturno for Orchestra and Three Tone Pictures for Double Quintet and Piano, was for richly colored works with strangely shifting rhythms that convey an almost trancelike effect...
...began to think of doing something about the British rule on Cyprus, the island where he was born. For months he ate nothing but fruit, trained himself for what was to follow. On the afternoon of Oct. 6, 1954, he walked out of his Athens home, telling his wife Kiki: "Don't worry. I'll be back soon." But he also instructed her to burn his old clothes, so that no dog could pick up a scent from his clothing (the British once offered $1,400 for an old suit of Grivas...
...Kiki, as mascots have an awkward habit of doing, lived on. After World War II she reappeared in her old haunts, a plump woman, rather heavily made up. Last year she began to show signs of liver cirrhosis, and she spent a couple of months in the hospital. Last week, at 51, she was dead. There was no room for her in Montparnasse Cemetery, so her friends buried her at Thiais, out beyond the Porte d'ltalie. Foujita was there, his fringed hair now white. One by one the old Bohemians dropped their bouquets on the coffin, and then...