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...Isla Bonita), the Brigitte Helm robot goddess from the silent film Metropolis. She saves her best anachronistic joke for last: the steamy Justify My Love is performed in stately cadence and Edwardian morning coats. It might be the Ascot Gavotte from My Fair Lady. Nostalgia, as wispy as the scent of marijuana that permeated the SkyDome, is itself decadent. By highlighting the past, Madonna is saying the present has little to offer. In doing so, she is also forging a bond with her loyal gay audience. It is an axiom of pop culture that no uncloseted...
...brisk, up- all-night little city of 30,000, is the place to visit the Red Dog Saloon at twilight, which falls somewhere around midnight, and see the St. Nicholas Russian Orthodox Church, a tiny jewel box built in 1894. It is also a place to catch the scent of fear among businessmen who depend on boomtown prosperity. Alaska's oil boom has busted, but tourism may bail everyone out. Twenty-five ship tours are headed for southeast Alaska this summer, some of them run by firms that pulled out of the Mediterranean after terrorism wrecked the cruise business there...
...friendship between a law student and a gregarious con artist, Risi became one of Italy's most accomplished directors, earning two Oscar nominations for 1974's Profumo di Donna, the tale of a blind war veteran able to distinguish women by their perfume. It was remade in 1992 as Scent of a Woman, starring Al Pacino. Risi...
...Pasadena—traveling 60 miles inwards to Athol, Massachusetts might entail more of a lifestyle shock than traveling 4,700 miles outwards to Athens, Greece. Too many study abroad programs operate in elite enclaves, little Harvard facsimiles. Those that don’t tend to bear the suspicious scent of noblesse oblige...
Egrets, pelicans, and scrub jays fly by, turkey vultures too. In the fall, cyclones of geese and ducks circle the harbor. In the summer, hummingbirds sidle up to the windowpane. Every morning I hear the grinding of coffee. Its scent rises as my husband climbs the stairs. He hands me my morning mug, and we do our ritual. "What do you say?" he asks. "Thank you," I answer, and he receives his kiss. There have been days when I awake confused because it is quiet and the smell of the house is of unstirred air. And then I remember that...