Word: lisa
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Vogue's talented photographer Irving Penn and the woman in white was his model. Well might Penn be ecstatic. In that strange, floodlit world whose heaven is Paris and whose economic life force is the American woman's checkbook, his model was a reigning queen. She was Lisa Fonssagrives, the highest-paid, highest-praised high-fashion model in the business, considered by many of her colleagues the greatest fashion model of all time. Says Photographer Horst Paul Horst, who helped her get started: "She has one of the most beautiful bodies I have ever seen...
While Penn chattered on, Lisa continued in her uncomfortable but graceful pose, looking as though some preposterous comedy plot compelled her to be completely at ease while leaning against an exceedingly hot stove. Thus for about four hours, model and photographer labored over a picture, which had but one purpose: to convince as many women magazine readers as possible that they could look just like Lisa Fonssagrives in Hattie Carnegie's new creation...
...descendant of the come-on girl posted in front of a Midway show tent; socially, she ranked high above the chorus girl and not far below the movie star. In the bright parade, with the assurance of a duchess and the accomplished posturing of an actress, floated Lisa Fonssagrives. There was Lisa in a little black moire number (by Jacques Fath); there was Lisa invitingly recumbent in a black lace and taffeta ensemble (by Janet Taylor); there was Lisa wistfully bored in tulle, for McCallum stockings ("You just know she wears them"). Thin, slightly bony, gowned and groomed with superhuman...
...must be stopped? . . . Oh, but-and-oh, but-what're yuh doin'? . . . Oh, the lousy lousy lousy LOUSY mess! Why isn't it 1922 instead of 1942? And I-twenty-two, walking through the Tuiler-o-o-o with a copy of Ulysses . . ." And where was Lisa, murmuring with her "pink-lipped, delible pout"? In her place was a "dolled-up drab" named Inez, upon whose knee Baxter laid "a pitying hand." She squealed: "Oh, sugar, we're sure gonna have a time...
...Lisa Kirk is the only variety show soubbrette I ever heard who realizes that the vocal chords and not the nasal passages are the proper origins for sounds emanating from female vocalists. If thirty entertaining minutes out of a whole week's effort can be interpreted as a good sign, there still may be hope for radio...