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Blue is the color of the beautiful “Catholic cloth”—a “soft wool, dyed very deep”—for which Isabelle resists Huguenot mores in buying from a peddlar. Blue is also the color of the distant horizon of the Cévennes mountains that Isabelle has left behind...
...general public. Luscomb became one of many vendors hawking the journal on street corners. Every Saturday she stood on the corner of Tremont and "the well-named" Winter St. through the bitter chill of late 1910 and beginning of 1911. She still has the license as a "hawker and peddlar" (record #955) that she used at that time. And, in a battered leather documents folder she found a picture of herself on an old magazine cover: the clothes were old-fashioned and demure, her expression assured and smiling as she carried a bag over her shoulder full of newspapers. Always...
...bold against her black-robed chest. The cold stone wall behind her head matches the grey strands of hair showing from beneath her black scarf; the wall's slate grey indifference intensifies her rejection from New York's burgeoning society--a society that has pinned a metal badge "Licensed Peddlar 2622" at her collar. Few photographers have achieved as powerful a moral statement as Strand has in the photo; the peddler's House has the time lousy shine as her one eye; a license is hardly as answer to her problems...
...watched the cancerous aberration of power politics with uncomprehending shock. The failure of this compassionate, unassuming, and eminently sensible man to make more than a dent in the unsentimental machinery of world relations-even our most erudite president. John Kennedy, saw him as a quaint,slightly mad thought-peddlar-personifies the impasse that the youth culture's "na?ve" brand of polities crashes against. We should remember Bertrand Russell, for his disappointment is our tragedy...
Hunter's camera creates characterizations with considerable skill. Lerner, who has the lean chops and darting eyes of a nouvelle vague flesh peddlar, is obviously claustrophobic beneath the heavy angles and oppressive ceilings of Adams House. But outside his own room, he pays for a heightened freedom of movement with his inability to be at ease or in scale against alien objects or in alien environments. He's lost, often quite literally, insuch differing surroundings as a mortuary-like IAB shower room and the lush mechanical complexity of the Loeb shop...