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...temperament is understandable. Bergé has a legend to burnish and a business to run. He sounds like a man who knows strong competition when he sees it taking a stroll down the boulevard, decked out, more than likely, in some splendiferous Armani assemblage. The fact is, Saint Laurent remains the pale eminence of high fashion, in part because of his undisputed creative coups over the years, in part because of his huge volume of business and the relentless mythologizing of the fashion press. The fact is also that while Saint Laurent's contributions have been generative and historic...
...sloping of shoulders and strategic modification of inner structure by following the Savile Row technique of not gluing the lining to the underside of the fabric. The result, an epiphany of choreographed rumple, was like cutting the buckles and taking the stuffing from a straitjacket. Citizens out for a stroll down a sunny American boulevard, or cabbing to a cocktail party, or even (gasp!) commuting to their office, looked like first-class cruise passengers who had just unpacked for a walk around the deck. The look was liberating for some; for others, it resembled the prize exhibit...
...women sportscasters surely don't add to the credibility of women sports fans. Phyllis George and Jayne Kennedy, both ex-Miss Americas, share their insights with us weekly. I guess having Bert Parks sing while you stroll down a runway means you know lot about sports...
...students, especially freshmen, escape experiencing the drastic reduction of alternatives that comes after 3 a.m. For the benighted Yardling there are three basic choices: finish the Expos paper (unthinkable), go to sleep (dire in consequence), or stroll down to the Square and The Store which (almost) never shuts, to aid procrastination with brownies. Or Hershey bars. Or Milano cookies. Or Entenmann chocolate chip cookies. Or Brach's Giant Circus Peanuts. Or cigarettes. Or soda. Or "doughnuts that look like they're about to implode." Or incense with erotic pictures on the packages. Or mixed nuts. Or penny candy...
...this weekend, well, have a clue pal, because you should be going to Yale. If you don't understand football for some obscure reason like a 20-year case of autism or you're from some foreign country where they don't play it, then take a short stroll over to Lamont and peruse the Sports Illustrated How-to book of Football. No one's asking you to wear a raccoon coat or wave a pennant or anything for crissake. Just go. You'll thank me later...