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PIERRE ALECHINSKY-Lefebre, 47 East 77th. Twenty-one turbulent oils and tortured ink-wash paintings by the most sharp-fanged member of the Cobra group. Haunted little faces stare from the inky spume, half-formed bird-creatures hide in the thickets of the oils. Through...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art In New York: Art: Dec. 6, 1963 | 12/6/1963 | See Source »

PIERRE ALECHINSKY-Lefebre, 47 East 77th St. Twenty-one turbulent oils and tortured ink-wash paintings by the most sharp-fanged member of the Cobra group. Haunted little faces stare from the inky spume, half-formed bird-creatures hide in the thickets of the oils. Through...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Uptown, Midtown, Museums: Art: Nov. 22, 1963 | 11/22/1963 | See Source »

...knot wind, working up speeds as high as 12 knots, lee rails awash and scant yards of churning ocean separating their glistening hulls. Aboard Vim, Helmsman Archie Robertson braced himself against the cockpit wall and strained to hold the wheel steady. Aboard Gretel, Skipper Jock Sturrock wiped salt spume from his eyes and cursed his broken compass...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Grim Duel at Newport | 8/24/1962 | See Source »

Inside the four-mile square of Tartar City rose the pavilion-studded Imperial City, and, inside that, the Forbidden City. Yung Lo scooped out portions of the Imperial City to make the Pool of Great Fertilizing Spume, used the excavated earth to build Coal Hill as a protection for the palace against zephyrs from evil spirits of the North. Fed by Golden Water River flowing from Jade Fountain, the pool was actually a necklace of three lakes named North, Middle and South...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: INSIDE RED CHINA'S CAPITAL | 8/8/1955 | See Source »

...give off only a series of rumbles and gurgles. But soon the irregular surges and lulls began to sound like the surf, playing on pebbles, crashing on rocks, growing louder and louder until a big one landed with a thunderous roar, and the listener could almost see the flying spume and the screeching seagulls. Then, evoking a passage into a quiet bay, little waves lapped with a feathery sound on a soft beach, and a bell buoy clanked mournfully. On the other side of the record was a kind of aural shipboard narrative, beginning with the gorgeous sound...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Sounds of Our Times | 11/15/1954 | See Source »

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