Word: polaroiding
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...picture roll of Kodachrome slides jumped from $4.40 to $5.29. The steepest increases were for graphic arts films and photo typesetting paper used by newspapers. Du Pont, a manufacturer of X-ray and industrial films, has raised its prices by as much as 80% in the past year. Polaroid boosted prices 6% earlier this month and said it was considering further increases. Polaroid is fortunate because its instant film uses less silver than other companies' conventional film products...
...tidy but unextravagant revenues go unsupported by Big Business even though the initial investment might be low. Says he: "Large companies could care less about the guy who has a $100,000 idea. They'd lose that in the paper-clip account." Such technological triumphs as Xerography and Polaroid film were developed by small innovator-entrepreneurs only after larger firms turned down the ideas...
...officials in both countries have a persuasive reason to fear that Sindona really was abducted. Their clue: a Polaroid color snapshot of a scraggy Sindona as an apparent captive. It was delivered to the Rome office of Sindona's lawyer, Rodolfo Guzzi, in a plain envelope postmarked Sept. 8, Brooklyn, N.Y. It shows Sindona, gaunt and pale, hair unwashed and jowls unshaved, seated on a plain wooden chair. A cardboard sign covering his chest carries an ominous message crudely printed by his purported kidnapers: IL GIUSTO PROCESSO LO FAREMO NOI (The fair trial will be conducted...
...Olivier onstage and an Errol Flynn off, a rake, a wastrel and yet an actor, as Critic William Hazlitt said, who had "a gleam of genius." If he were at the end of his career today, he would be writing his memoirs in Malibu and growing rich off Polaroid commercials. In Sartre's play, however, he is dodging creditors, juggling mistresses and in his spare moments asking himself that old existential question: Who am I? Sartre's answer, given with stylish wit, is that Kean is like all of life's actors, a mirage that exists only...
...hard desert of the Muslim north: "It depressed me to see the starved, tethered donkeys outside suffering while the fat ones ate, and the thirsty chickens dashing for a chance to peck at our spit." In the river town of Gelhak he records the visual cacophony in Polaroid prose: "We saw a man with a monkey's nose; and a woman whose feet were reversed, her toes pointing back wards. More turbans and tarbooshes now, more Arabs, as well as the eggplant-black Dinkas, and purple Nuer with carved stripes that circled their foreheads under the hairline, and Shilluk...