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...dance. Lam was both desperately somber and charmingly lighthearted, and his unmatchable plasticity gave way to extraordinarily sketched patterns in the air.One of the fireworks came early, in the form of an excerpt from the “Rubies” section of George Balanchine’s full-length plotless ballet “Jewels.” Considered the crown of Balanchine’s jazzy, bold, American-inspired works, it fits its Stravinsky score like a glove. Misa Kuranaga absolutely nailed the glamour, sexiness, and sophistication the pas de deux demands, adding just the appropriate amount...
...enemies would have hoped. She was only directly involved in a small bit of the pressure campaign - a meeting or two and a couple of emails. She can thank Monegan for not having her hands dirtier; it was he who told her to keep herself at "arm's length" from any Wooten conversations...
...won’t want to watch a feature-length movie on the screen—although you could—but the size is great for music videos and video podcasts...
...Best Idea,” a documentary coming out in the fall of 2009 on Roosevelt’s relationship with the United States National Park system. Burns, who spoke in Sanders Theatre last Friday, is known for making documentaries on a grand scale—grand in scope, length, and audience viewership. For example, his most famous documentary, “The Civil War,” deals with this crucial point in American history over the course of 11 hours and nine episodes, and has been seen by more than 40 million viewers. “It chose...
...must touch him. She extended a trembling hand, admired the tips of her nails as they glided forward, like translucent rosebuds opening to the sun. The raised hills of paint pierced the sensitive throbbing mounds of her fingertips. She traced the musculature of his arm, the delicately shadowed length of him.From a netherworld, the curator said: “Touching is not permitted.”The spell was pierced. Felicity whirled about, a snarl distorting her pretty face. “I shall touch! Oh, my little mustard seed!” she cried.The floodgates opened.A summer monsoon wracked...