Word: shadower
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...place where young male movie stars skulk about on bright, hot days in dark leather jackets and knit O.J. caps, as if they were second-story men in an old Dick Tracy comic. And here too, representing the not so tormented, not so still-living-in-James-Dean's-shadow side of stardom, we find Tori Spelling. She bounces in on top of a pair of bright-orange platform flip-flops, plastic daisies affixed to their toe straps. Clutching a baby-blue handbag the size and shape of a lunchbox, she is wearing baggy denim overalls and a floral-print...
...were also some holes in the Herald's report. All the "art experts" who testified to the photographs' reliability refused to be identified. The paper said that along with the photos, it had obtained a pile of tiny chips of paint, but acknowledged it could not authenticate "beyond a shadow of a doubt" that the chips came from the stolen works. Furthermore, its source for the photos was one William P. Youngworth III, a 38-year-old ex-con and antiques dealer who is on his way to jail again on a car-theft conviction. Officials from the Gardner asked...
...part, Dr. Sloper whisks Catherine off to Europe, primarily to distance Catherine from Morris, but also in pathetic pursuit of Morris's globe-trotting, foreign-bred charm. The tragedy of Washington Square is that, by the end of the film, the only shadow of love that survives is the jealous, passionate admiration that exists between Morris and the doctor. Catherine has been erased from her own romance...
...artist struggling to develop his own style. He begins with rather academic work, the most interesting of which are his two self portraits from 1896 and 1897. In the earlier of these paintings, we see a young man in three-quarter profile looking out at us from beneath the shadow of his dark, unkempt, hair. Energetic brushstrokes define the facial features while his body melts off the canvas in a blur of brown. Yet despite the temerity of Picasso's mark making, we can't help but notice a sense of doubt or even fear in the artist's eyes...
DIED. JUDITH MERRIL, 74, science-fiction dame of peerless anthologies and foreboding novels such as Shadow on the Hearth; of heart failure; in Toronto. One of the first female S-F writers, Merril voiced new--but still bleak--concerns, writing, for example, about a mother's love for her severely deformed baby...