Word: luciano
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...forming some vision of what shape the cooled adult crust will take, how high the peaks will soar. For their models, they look to their fathers, older brothers, a teacher, a figure plunked from history-an Alexander or a Gehrig, a Shaw or a Morgan, a Renoir or a Luciano. for Raoul Levy, born of a Russian-Jewish family in Antwerp, educated there and at the London School of Economics, an R.A.F. veteran of World War II, there never seems to have been much doubt. He wanted to be a Zanuck...
Daniel Seltzer, director of the Loeb, said yesterday that Monteverdi's "Il Combattimento di Tancredie Clorinda," and Luciano Berio's "Passagio" will coincide with the 400th anniversary of Monteverdi's birth...
...flying a yellow banner emblazoned with a black "L" dropped a small nylon bag in the plaza of Villalba, Sicily. The bag was addressed to "Uncle Calo"-Calogero Vizzini, the millionaire chief of Italy's Mafia. In the bag was a gold foulard handkerchief belonging "to Gangster Lucky Luciano-a sign that Lucky wanted his old pals to play paisan to the Yanks. Four days later, when three U.S. tanks rolled into town, Vizzini climbed into one of them, clattered off to direct a joint Mafia-Allied operation, which pincered German and Italian troops in western Sicily. The Allies...
They were lovely hangers for any dress. Baroness Fiona Thyssen slinked down the runway in harlequin pants by Galitzine. Princess Luciano Pignatelli drifted by in Valentino's feather-and-sequin coat. Princess Ira von Furstenberg pranced on in a Mondrian dress by St. Laurent. And princely P.R. Man Serge Obolensky, who had rounded up his titled friends to stage the haute couture parade, beamed as 2,600 ladies and their husbands paid $10 apiece to jam into Alexander's department store in Manhattan to see what fancy duds a bargain outfit could include on its racks -and incidentally...
First the singing dies down, then the kissing. Sundays are the worst. She loathes yelling the afternoon away at the soccer match; he can't stand concerts. Director Luciano Salce watches them so well, as they quarrel about money and friends and whether to go out or stay home, that even the familiar soap-opera material comes alive-the painful propinquity of two sour, seedy people sharing the bathroom in the morning, the wife-switchy tension that flickers beneath the surface as a bored foursome takes a Sunday drive...