Word: salons
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Gore is a combination of St. Alban's polish and down-home charm, Harvard intellectualism and backwoods shrewdness. He is almost as at home wearing pointy cowboy boots as clunky wing tips, drinking Corona beer in a rowdy bar as sipping Chablis in a Georgetown salon. But not quite. Now, in an effort to reposition himself, Gore the cerebral technocrat is coming on like a fiery champion of "working men and women." His problem is making the transformation credible. On the stump, he attempts to heighten emotions simply by raising the volume of his voice. Though he has fought...
...finds she has a zaftig rival: Tracy Turnblad (Ricki Lake), who is plump, perky and, pound for bouffanted pound, the snappiest Caucasian dancer in town. The girl has that je ne sais quoi called Star Quality. Soon Tracy is outshining Amber on TV, modeling dresses for a full-figure salon called the Hefty Hideaway and causing a rumpus by insisting that black teenagers be allowed to dance along with whites on Corny's show...
...soft-spoken, Kania is one of the best-liked athletes on the winter circuit. Competitors will not be trailing in her wake much longer. Kania has already announced her retirement at the end of the season. Future plans? Another child, for sure, and eventually opening a beauty salon in her Dresden home...
Lacroix's billowing nostalgia envelops his own past. Not for nothing did he want to bring the sun and the sea right into his salon. His imagination is almost defiantly rooted in Arles and the rough Camargue area nearby. "I'm crazy about terra-cotta floors, primitive people, sun and rough times," he says. "This is my real side -- goat cheese and bread, elementary things." He warms to his subject. "I suppose that I am really double-faced. I am fascinated by Paris, its elegance, its women, even its artificiality; but with my heart and skin I love the South...
...headquarters but, until his ready-to-wear line appears, no clothes to put in it. Instead he has filled the display window with sand and placed some talismans: bamboo glasses, Camargue grass, a mighty lobster (cooked) and other, more esoteric forms of sea life. When he returned to the salon last Thursday with his Golden Thimble -- all the more precious because his first one is locked away at Patou -- he found that his staff had laid an improvised red carpet, and he responded with a short champagne reception. The staff members were overjoyed. They had, after all, created the winning...