Word: midriff
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Bikinis, however, put the navel back in style-turned it, in fact, into something of a fashion must (not even the choicest midriff could get by without one). What was good at the beach was "obviously just as good in town, if only someone could figure out how to do it. Luckily, someone did. Just this month, Vogue magazine proudly presented the results of Paris Couturier Courreges' figuring: a pair of slippery, silver-sequinned evening slacks that underscore the area with a white satin bow. The cost? $3,695. The navel? No longer a laughing matter, it presents another...
...death lance churns into the sanctuary, tears The gun-blue swingle, heaving like a flail, And hacks the coiling life out: it works and drags And rips the sperm-whale's midriff into rags, Gobbets of blubber spill to wind and weather...
Died. Fred Cole, 63, California swimsuit designer who in the 1920s broke away from the drab, all-covering "woollies" of the day with low-backed, rainbow-colored bathing suits, went on to pioneer, with curve-clinging Lastex fabric, the bare midriff and the two-piece suit, but never countenanced the bikini; of cancer; in Los Angeles...
There will be plenty of bare-midriff two-piecers and, for girls who feel happier under wraps, the so-called blouson tops. Bikini wearers can cover up, too, with extra little button-on aprons and tops of the same material. But the pace setters will be more likely to show up in the strapless, wrapped-towel look-the suit that seems about to fall off any minute, but is so cleverly architected within as to be all but surf-proof. In materials, the newest notions seem to be the least aquatic: white kid, velvet, wool and suede...
...Seemingly composed of double chins that reach to his knees, Mostel is a paradoxically dainty and light-footed man whose humors merge the ballet with the pratfall. Whether he is rolling his eyes like berserk marbles, mincing archly in his tunic, or playing tick tack toe on the bare midriff of Lucienne Bridou (the nubilest Roman of them all), Mostel tickles playgoers into eruptive laughter. The show's music lacks distinction, but no one will seriously think of humming once the cast's six girls undulate onstage. Costumer Tony Walton wisely lets nature take top billing: these...