Word: photographs
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...would-be killer reeled off the unlisted phone number of one Bulgarian; he recalled correctly that a second Bulgarian called his wife Rosy and tended to get breathless while walking; he knew of a wart on the left cheek of a third Bulgarian that is so small no photograph could catch...
...night passed without incident. By mid-afternoon the next day, Kharg Island was in sight. About three miles out, the captain confiscated all cameras on board, explaining that no one is allowed to photograph the island. "If you take pictures, it is my life you are endangering," he said. The light was magnificent, and you could see the high white cliffs of Kharg, with tankers in the distance. I kept telling myself what a beautiful picture I was missing...
...woman walks alone into her darkened apartment. With a thrill of apprehension, Eve (Darlanne Fluegel) walks toward her big bed and slowly pulls down the top sheet. There, outlined in bullet holes, is the silhouette of her gangster lover, Noodles Aaronson. On the table beside her, Noodles' framed photograph is abruptly smashed by a burly hand. "Where is he?" demands the intruder. Eve doesn't know, but it doesn't matter: two bullets from a muted revolver send her reeling back, dead, to fill her lover's silhouette. This is the first scene of Sergio Leone...
During the course of his cover labors, Friedrich discovered a little-known story about the D-day photograph that appears across pages 10 and 11 in this issue. Legendary Photojournalist Robert Capa snapped a series of pictures of the Normandy landing while under heavy fire, and then sent the film to the London office of LIFE. In releasing the dramatic photos, the magazine explained their blurry quality by noting that Capa's hands had moved. In fact, a 17-year-old darkroom assistant in London had applied too much heat as he dried Capa's negatives, destroying...
...then go crank out zingy copy for Chevrolet trucks." By 1967 he had sold his novel Hombre to Hollywood and was liberated from office routine. One divorce, five children and 20 novels later, he arrived at his pared-down adrenal style. By now, he feels, he deserves the signed photograph of Hemingway that decorates his study. Says he: "I learned to write from For Whom the Bell Tolls." But, he concedes, "my attitude's different. I see humor everywhere. The fact is, I'm probably closer to Richard Pryor." The accuracy of his work comes from dogged research...