Word: tabloidal
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...reached unmistakable middle age. But the mellow, yearning voice coming through the sound system has changed little: "I was born in Puerto Rico/ Came here when I was a child..." Simon was preparing the mix for a song from The Capeman, his new musical that recounts a bloody tabloid crime from the 1950s, explores questions of guilt and redemption and introduces a rich dose of Latin rhythms and doo-wop music to Broadway. One riff from the electric keyboard caused him to make a face. "It's too synthy, too 'woo-woo.'" he said. "Have you got some nice strings...
...poet of small-timers who died facedown on a city pavement at 3 a.m. in a pool of their own blood. And petty mobsters. He was great at petty mobsters--half the guys in his pictures look as if their nickname was Mugsy. As one of the most unabashed tabloid-news photographers, Weegee was also supremely good at car crashes, dazed escapees from tenement fires, transvestites being hustled out of paddy wagons, and Peeping Tom shots of lovers wrestling in twos (and threes!) on the nighttime beach at Coney Island...
...prime years, from the mid-1930s to the late '40s, were the formative days of tabloid photography. The work Weegee did then makes up the better part of "Weegee's World: Life, Death and the Human Drama," the affecting and sizable (more than 200 prints) show on view at the International Center of Photography Midtown in New York City through Feb. 22. Accompanied by Weegee's World (Bulfinch; 262 pages; $75)--probably the fanciest book ever devoted to a man who generally had a cigar stuck in his mouth--the exhibit moves on later to Paris and London...
...Riis' pictures too--in those gimlet-eyed men he showed lurking around the flophouses where he photographed. But Riis tried to reassure his middle-class audience that these people were "the other half," fishy characters or hapless unfortunates, but in either case nothing like themselves. Weegee knew that his tabloid readers were often not so different from the people in his pictures. And he was sufficiently unmoved by the pieties of concerned photography--let's just say that the nobility of the common man was not one of his big preoccupations--that he didn't hesitate to show people...
...allegedly choking or suffocating her 6-lb. 6-oz. son, Drexler returned to the floor of her high school formal dance in Aberdeen Township, N.J., where she ate some salad and danced with her boyfriend. Six months later, Drexler, now 19 and known outside her immediate circle by the tabloid sobriquet Prom Mom, is by most accounts maintaining her outward poise. Says a friend, Tim Hoban: "She seems pretty normal...