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...fact, there isn’t a word in the current musical lexicon that could easily summarize DJ Vadim’s sound. Born in Russia, he has lived mostly in the United Kingdom. Vadim (Vadim Peare) creates his unique sound from a hodgepodge of sources...
...gets out, his side may still be in. If he gets a bouncer from the bowler, he ducks. If he gets out before scoring any runs, he gets a duck. If no runs are scored from a six-ball session, that's called "bowling a maiden over." With a lexicon like this, is it any wonder cricket isn't a global game? Well, hold on to your googly - it's threatening to become one. With rabid fans in Africa, South Asia, Australia and of course the U.K., where the game began, the sport has two new World Cup teams this...
When President Bush first used "Axis of Evil" to describe Iran, Iraq and North Korea in his State of the Union address last January, the phrase instantly entered the lexicon of contemporary politics. For the President's fans, the words cleverly linked memories of World War II to Bush's belief that the contest with terrorists and the states who succor them is a war of moral clarity. For his foes, the term was cheap and illogical nonsense; there was no "axis," it was said, for the three nations posed different and discrete threats. As for branding them evil, that...
...hand on hip, right arm brandishing a dagger. In the elaborate vocabulary of Congolese sculpture, this is a gesture of strength, meant to ward off evil. Painted eyes covered with transparent glass signify clairvoyance; eyes nearly closed denote serenity and a transition from one world to another. This artistic lexicon is used throughout the Congo region, encompassing several dozen tribes in the modern nations of Congo, the Democratic Republic of Congo, Angola and Gabon. The exquisite Musée Jacquemart-André, in the former mansion of 19th century banker Edouard André and his artist wife...
...lexicon of the fashion journalist is another part of this strange world, a fact I discovered when I went to interview a fashion designer at her studio. The studio was entirely white and there were no chairs, perhaps because she feared ruining the clean lines and angles of the creative space. Even the clothes on display seemed to be impertinent imposters in this place of pure minimalism. The collection itself was rack after rack of what seemed like dirt-colored hessian sacks. The look, according to the breathless press release, was “modern day nomad...