Word: shawls
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...School of Contemporary Dance in Manhattan, where housewives and movie stars glory in "the miracle of the foot." "One must be ruthless to teach," she says, and students have learned to endure her snits, her incomprehensible ways, and her lonely "voyages into herself," when she wraps herself in a shawl and sits in the rehearsal room in a yogalike trance...
...sought models for her movements. Once they were found, she cast off the traditional ballet corset and slippers, danced barefoot in a transparent Greek tunic to a storm of mixed scandal and approval. By the time she died at the age of 49 in 1927, when her long red shawl caught in the wheel of a sports car and strangled her, she had ushered in the whole modern movement of interpretive dancing...
...afternoon of the performance, seated in a back row with her shawl around her shoulders, was the grande dame of Caramoor herself: Mrs. Lucie Bigelow Rosen. A sprightly woman in her late 70s, she is the widow of Walter Rosen, a multimillionaire investment banker who built Caramoor (from the Italian for "dear love") in 1930 and spent the rest of his life filling it with art treasures. He was an amateur pianist, and she made music on the theremin (an electronic instrument that is played by waving the hands over a magnetic field to produce strange, mellifluous wailings...
...rich expanse of Philharmonic Hall-with the audience sitting at café tables sipping champagne and munching Fritos-seemed as out of place as singing spirituals in a salon. But no matter. The slight, darkly beautiful Amalia created her own special atmosphere. She put on her black shawl and, backed by four guitars, filled the hall with her smoky voice, tossing her head back to sound the chilling, soulful plaint of the fado. It was gutsy, gripping singing, full of yearning and remorse, and the audience called her back again and again for encores...
...wish seemed fittingly fulfilled last week. Into the oak-paneled central hall of New Delhi's Parliament House?where Nehru himself had guided India's fate for 17 years?glided a hauntingly attractive woman, her black hair streaked with grey, her brown eyes moist and mellow. On her brown shawl she wore a rosebud, just as Nehru had always worn one as his talisman of grace and hope in a sometimes graceless and hopeless land. Her hands held palm to palm in the traditional Indian greeting of namaste, she approached former Finance Minister Morarji Desai. "Will you bless my success...