Word: striping
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...such as day care, lend themselves to similar cross-cultural anti-Government alliances. Junk-bond dealers and snake handlers agree in wanting Washington out of their lives. The Republican Party, of course, may turn tail on some or all of the social issues. But then, conservative diehards of every stripe have always regarded the G.O.P. as a painful necessity rather than an object of devotion...
...prancing in herds, and spots swim before the eyes. The designs the women are wearing are not the real thing, of course, but thick faux furs and diaphanous fabric in sexy, primitive patterns. And the customers cannot seem to get enough of them: they're snapping up zebra-stripe blazers, panther-print pumps, fake tiger coats, imitation ocelot boleros and giraffe pants. Says a spokesman for Paris' Dorothee Bis: "It's the theme of the year...
...painting being so much more than its subject, you can't pin down an artist by naming his favorite motif. From Mondrian and the Russian constructivists on, many an abstract artist has gone for the stripe in all its apparent simplicity -- the line that baldly, mysteriously becomes a form in itself. Yet their paintings are not like one another's: there is no confusing the precise black vibration of a Bridget Riley with the effect of one of Barnett Newman's "zips" or the slightly blurred, funereal pinstriping of an early Frank Stella. Today the stripe continues to linger...
...Europe (it has already been at London's Whitechapel Art Gallery, is now at Munich's Stadtische Galerie im Lenbachhaus and will go on to Madrid in September) is not a retrospective. It covers his early maturity, from 1982 to 1988. But Scully has been fixed on the stripe since he was an art student...
Despite a lovely cameo turn by Burt Lancaster, Field of Dreams is the male weepie at its wussiest. There is poetry in baseball, sure, but it is not shaggy doggerel of the Joyce Kilmer stripe: "I think that I shall ne'er remark/ A cornfield green as Fenway Park." It comes in the concrete poetry of a Bill James statistical analysis, or in the sprung rhythm of a Roger Angell paragraph. Or in the flight of a ball from the pitcher's hand toward the catcher's glove, with a million delicious options at stake...