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...endless parade of Vassar girls, while Dartmouth seniors, a little tight, chatted up Smithies. Aging doughboys staggered out of regimental reunions singing. The bubbliness was swell and incessant. Scott Fitzgerald and J.D. Salinger, writing for and about two generations of preppies, each dragged characters through the gilded Palm Court, under the clock at the Biltmore...
...Capodimonte porcelain ewer, for instance, or the gross theatrical energy of the silver-gilt devotional statues. Perhaps the most striking of these is a bust of St. Irene protecting Naples from lightning. The city is held up by a cherub, and the saint holds out her right palm: a gilt thunderbolt is stuck in it. Wonderwoman does it again. The Neapolitans liked their religion brassy and extravagant, and they still...
...reckless imagination. Smoothly and confidently, she guides the taut mechanism of the movie's plot. She creates between herself and Ned a sexual attraction that erases the past and suggests terrible new options. And she knows, as a young woman whose Midwestern memories are as sordid as her Palm Beach present is posh, that she must sweat for what she wants. The film and the other characters sweat with her. Perspiration stains the satin sheets as Ned and Matty make love; and after, there is dew on the down of her back as she caresses and coaxes...
...about how, in his own days as an altar boy in Jersey City, he had been upbraided by the parish priest for yawning at a funeral. So when his father died, Bishop spent the requiem Mass watching an altar boy. "He almost made it to the end. Then the palm of his hand came up to his mouth. He yawned." Just one of death's little ironies, the kind that Bishop ran through his Smith-Corona portable for such bestsellers as The Day Lincoln Was Shot (1955), The Day Christ Died (1957), The Day Kennedy Was Shot...
...around since Cher was in knickers. For Dede Dolce, 43, a mother of three teenagers from Culver City, Calif., metallics recall the days of sequined Capri pants and speckled harlequin glasses. Gazing into the glittering windows of Saks in Beverly Hills, Dolce muses: "The whole thing reminds me of Palm Springs à la 1950." But the current gilt trip, according to Mirabella, began in the spring of 1980 with French Designer Yves Saint Laurent's ready-to-wear collection. His show included a gold leather skirt and a gold-threaded scarf. The look quickly followed the path of least...