Word: saint
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...flight to the desert progressed, their vision became more provincial, and the classicism was discarded. Their sculpture grew smaller and more personal, painting became fragmentary instead of monumental. There is a childlike naivete in the coy games of god and goddess, the paper-doll stare of a saint, the back-patting of Christ and a monk (see color...
...Balenciaga is the only designer I admire. You say Saint-Laurent is staying small . . . good. Cardin has talent, but he makes too many shocks." It was Paris' irrepressible High Fashion Doyenne Gabrielle ("Coco") Chanel, 80, so-soing this and high-hatting that, while Women's Wear Daily took notes. But Coco saved the sharpest needle for her high-class clientele. "They're all so famous and well dressed and they never pay their bills-never. It's a form of stealing. And the princesses, some of them, they're the worst of the lot. When...
Among Latin America's Roman Catholics, the cult of the saint plays a more vivid role in people's lives than the Mass itself. The feast days honoring patron saints often surpass Christmas in religious fervor, and shrines and grottoes, where miracle seekers pray to their saints, dot the landscape. The church often has to discourage believers in supposed miracles and newly "sainted" beings. Sometimes, as in Brazil last week, this eagerness to accept new visions takes a macabre turn...
...photos that the town had printed. Monte Alto's town fathers let him take them away-but not Izildinha. Legally and in writing, Constantino had donated her to Monte Alto. "The body belongs to us," said a former mayor of Monte Alto. "Even if she is not a saint, she is still something for the people to cling to." Recently, 5,000 citizens turned out in a mass demonstration against Constantino. "Respect Our Faith: Don't Steal Our Soul," read the banners. Constantino, now 59, is ready to go to the Supreme Court, if necessary...
...offers its customers nothing more than hour after hour of phonograph records and a chance to dance where there is no room to breathe. Having such creatures as null Sagan, Porfirio Rubirosa and Yves Saint-Laurent under his electrified baton was excuse enough for the Pavlovian power Warfield felt, but like all pioneer artists, he was misunderstood in his time. Last week, for all his genius, he was fired on the implied charge that he was turning the Princesse into a laboratory for psy-chomusical research; he had become a power-crazed, prima donna player of the phonograph...