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...course, couture frocks don't have much impact these days, since they cost the same as a waterfront condo in Miami and their influence on lesser-priced lines has waned. But Galliano's ostentatiously uncommercial show was a statement in itself. With it, he thumbed his nose at relevance and the drive to get designers to inveigle their clothes onto the red carpet or to compete with the high-frequency deliveries at H&M. From the moment the first model stepped gingerly under a bow of blossoms in a fuchsia kimono jacket to the last sigh of a corseted bride...
...passage, Kapuscinski describes a road trip in East Africa that stalled when the road descended into a massive sinkhole. Cars and trucks had to nose slowly into the chasm then be hauled up the other bank by chain and human hand. Kapuscinski details the setting and the inconvenience, then turns his attention to the men helping the passing vehicles, the women selling drinks or food to waiting drivers, the other little businesses that had sprung up, and the atmosphere of fellowship that had emerged around this abyss...
...mirror while someone behind him extends his arms under the subject's armpits and moves his arms around, making it look as if the subject is moving his own arms. If the subject hears a tape telling the person behind him how to move (wave, touch the subject's nose and so on), he feels as if he is actually in command of the arms...
Where do you feel that? Ramachandran asked. On his left cheek, Victor answered--and the back of his missing hand. Ramachandran stroked another spot on the cheek. Where do you feel that? On his absent thumb, Victor replied. Ramachandran touched the skin between Victor's nose and mouth. His missing index finger was being brushed, Victor said. A spot just below Victor's left nostril caused the boy to feel a tingling on his left pinkie. And when Victor felt an itch in his phantom hand, scratching his lower face relieved the itch. In people who have lost a limb...
...Gods, who could regret the cloning of the high street when you grew up with all that? Turn your nose up at cappuccinos, lattes, pain au raisins, proper muffins with proper fruit - even if you have to pay through the nose for it? (And let me tell you, all those stories you've heard about how expensive London is? They don't come close to the ghastly truth.) Shed a tear for the "genuinely local coffee shops"? Don't think so. Mine's a triple grande skim latte, and the only regret is that I had to wait until...