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...past is an indication, he will do as he pledged. "I am basically a cautious, conservative man," he says. His is the typical up-by-the-bootstraps story, black or white. He was born in Calvert, Texas, a dusty town so small, he says, "that you can spit all the way across it." His father, a cotton picker, kept moving the family until they finally reached Los Angeles in 1923. Bradley attended an almost exclusively white high school. Nicknamed "Long Tom" because of his commanding height (6 ft. 4 in.), he became a football and track star. He took racial...
...show represents an updated version of Saturday afternoon at the horror movies. Says Alice: "All we do is project fantasies. I don't preach. The only message is 'here I am and what are you going to do about me?' I'm sort of a spit in the face...
Love Songs. The restaurant seats only 60. Bocuse, his wife and his daughter are apt to greet guests at the door. In the fireplace, chickens revolve on a spit. Individual dishes may be relatively simple, but Bocuse assembles a meal of awesome proportions and exquisite quality. TIME's Steven Englund recently sampled a luncheon that was spiced with Bocuse's commentary. It began with sausage in a brioche ("You really have to eat sausage when you come to Lyon") and continued with pâté de foie gras that had been made the same morning. Next came...
...gloom, comes as near to Titian as photography can, and the gum-print and pigment-print portraits that Steichen made of himself and his friends, reworking the image with eraser and fingers, seem like deliberate homages to Whistler. The melting halftones, the silvery highlights and atmospheric blurs (he would spit on the lens, or kick the tripod as the shutter clicked) are a poetic reprise of Impressionism, and one finds him cropping the image in imitation of Degas's paintings-themselves influenced by the arbitrary croppings of earlier photographs...
...truth as exaggeration in the statement that during these years the fourth floor of the IAB became a haven for weekend-knitters and others who sought the comforts of lightly soothing entertainment. All of the "ugly" elements of "professionalism" were absent; the shoving, crowded masses of basketball fans who spit, scream, swear, and elbow their team on to victory rarely climbed the four flights of stairs more than once...