Word: languid
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...says, and Photographer Francesco Scavullo claims that the "young and exciting fashions in the discos are the only clothes today." Dancing styles have progressed and mellowed. The hustle and the bus stop, the rope and the roach have largely been replaced in the past year by either a languid free-form oscillation or neojitter-bug. There is even an occasional foxtrot, Lindy or waltz-to the 2001 version of the Blue Danube. However the patrons dance, the new discos are designed, says Boston Disco Manager Mark Hugo, to make "everyone feel like a star...
Charleston's clean and narrow streets, cloistered gardens and the pastel colors of its colonial houses readily ratify Menotti's sense of what makes a good set. As the twelve-day festival began last week, the question was whether the exquisitely languid dowager city would prove a worthy audience...
...with examples of Roosevelt's "bully-ness". A frail, asthmatic child painfully builds his body into the epitome of physical fitness and manages to excel athletically at, of all places, Harvard College (from which Roosevelt graduated in 1880, and which he describes in the play as teeming with "intensely languid" people). Stricken with grief at the age of 26 when both his mother and his first wife die on the same day, Roosevelt abandons a budding career in New York politics and heads to the Dakotas, but he finally grapples with his sorrow and returns to the East the following...
...Cassatt's mentor? Stylishness does not go by gender; perhaps it never did. Cecilia Beaux's Sita and Sarita (1921) looks "feminine" when you know that it is the work of a once very popular American female portraitist, a gifted conservative with a relaxed, unemphatic and slightly languid style-but not until then. And with more abstract art, division by gender becomes meaningless. What sex is Alice Trumbull Mason's painting L'Hasard (1948)? One might answer: platonic...
...appears that the film may develop into a compelling spy thriller. But no such luck--Antonioni isn't really interested in guns--or anything else for that matter--so Nicholson simply wanders through Europe in an existential search for self-identity and the Meaning of Life, picking up a languid Maria Schneider en route. Only the film's visual beauty--Spanish landscape and Gaudi architecture shot in lush Italian style--in any way redeems this tedious monstrosity...