Word: lido
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Between boat trips to the Lido to cool in the sea, there was the endless rounds of drinking and gabbing in outdoor cafes on the pigeon-infested piazza. And everywhere the parties went, there was one fellow sure to go-a man who insisted that he was from the U.S. Department of the Interior dealing "with Indian and Eskimo art." Of course, no Indians or Eskimos were represented...
...management team, France's Bull-General Electric, the giant computer maker, last week arranged a rolling press conference aboard a special Paris-Angers train, brought along President Henri Desbrueres, who answered questions while pretty hostesses plied 93 reporters with smoked salmon, pheasant and wine. Seeking publicity for the Lido nightclub, flamboyant French P.R. Man Georges Cravenne last year invited a chic crowd to an otherwise ordinary première, asked the women to wear evening pajamas...
...that he keeps on Los Angeles' Wilshire Boulevard, still others at an office in his Fullerton head quarters, a glass, stone and aluminum building designed for Hunt by Architect William Pereira. On weekends he and his wife frequently move north to a sprawling house by the Pacific Ocean at Lido Isle, and at least one week a month Simon travels to the East Coast to attend board meetings and see to new business...
...merely donated a few pounds and did not agree with Lord Bertie's anti-American jeremiads. In fact, deadpanned the actor, he gives most of his loose pence to the Invalid Tricycle Foundation of Wales (for crippled miners). Wife Liz had a different challenge. For a Lido opening in Paris, the invitations specified evening pajamas, and half the haut monde came in lace or sequined trousers. Not Liz. "I.wear slacks to work," she sniffed, threw on her gold lame sari by Balenciaga, and discovered that in spite of being so old-gown, she rated Table Numero Un between...
...artists, a cool and casual lot, could not have cared less about their critics, or even about the rest of the Biennale, which few of them bothered to attend. John Chamberlain, a sculptor of automobile parts, slept on the Lido beach, declared the marble-patterned Piazza San Marco to be the "world's greatest hopscotch arena" and hopscotched around it like a great shambling bear. Claes Oldenburg, as softly pudgy as his sculptures of melting typewriters made of vinyl plastic, politely ate his way through the festival. Rauschenberg himself was busy at Venice's elegant Teatro La Fenice...