Word: printed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...therefore not surprising that the press, forced to print Senator Thurmond's accounts of Cuba or none of all, has reported with increasing favor and prominence we ultra-conservative demands for invasion. Even in the narrowest political sense, the press ban policy seems half-defeating...
...ideal example of Miss Cosindas' style (and the photo, incidentally, is also a fine print) is her study of a woman seated on the floor in a quite stylized pose suggestive of a dancer, with a man standing nearby looking down at her. Along the diagonal of their heads and quite out of the light, hangs a painting of a wild bacchanalian rape scene. It is only when one's eyes reach this painting that the formality of the photograph begins to dissolve into sham and one notices that the seated woman's companion may not have quite so placid...
...Fine Print. One day when he and his wife Ruth were living in Paris, Sivard went around the corner to buy some salami, was enchanted with the charcuterie where it was sold. "It struck me," he says, "as the sort of memory I would like to take home with me." He sketched the charcuterie with the owner and his wife and their cat and dog, adding some torn posters and wall scribbling. Sivard has been doing things like it ever since...
Sivard's "touch of humor" is in all his paintings, though it sometimes takes a jeweler's loupe to read all the fine print. In one painting a Paris streetwalker in all the trappings of her profession, from necklace cross to handbag to ankle bracelet, loiters in her doorway next to the Hôtel Beau Séjour. There will be no séjour today, however; on the hotel's door a tiny sign reads: "Closed for vacation." In another of Sivard's pictures, a Parisian nun is emerging from a Metro station with...
...gets through talking about himself he seems two inches high. "I am desperately inept at everything," he says. "For some reason, I think I am Dr. Johnson, which helps me with my problem." He is not referring to his psychoanalyst, who prefers not to see his name in print, but to Samuel Johnson, 1709-84. Woody is his own Boswell and reports that he has an antique gold pocket watch, he sits on a Queen Anne chair and writes with a quill pen, shaves with a straight razor and decorates his apartment with English candleholders, snuffers, and leather-bound first...