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...most negative trend is that we designers forget that a dress or suit is not necessarily going to be worn by a professional model who is 6 ft. [183 cm] tall. We often forget that fashion should be designed for real people who live real lives...
...Monday afternoon in Quincy House, a large audience of Harvard students and faculty was spellbound by a five-foot-tall, 79-year-old mother of 11 children. Dolores Huerta, president of the Dolores Huerta Foundation and co-founder of the United Farm Workers of America—although delicate in appearance—exudes the calm passion and power that distinguishes leaders of her incredible historical stature. The daughter of a waitress and a coal miner, Señora Huerta’s lifelong fight for social justice is, as David G. Hernandez ’09 puts...
...city between $9 million and $12 million in property taxes annually. Nearly a dozen residents of East Cambridge spoke in opposition to the proposal, some holding signs that read “Too Big, Too Close, Too Toxic.” They alleged that the rezoning would allow overly tall buildings and the construction of labs handling airborne pathogens. ARE—a Pasadena, Calif.-based company—had developed and leased 166 biotechnology labspaces in the United States and Canada as of Dec. 2008. The biotech developer began petitioning for the East Cambridge zoning change...
...Left on her own, Coraline wanders through the huge old house, now divided into several large apartments, to meet the other residents: Mr. Bobinsky (Ian McShane), an eight-foot-tall blue Russian who runs a circus of more-or-less trained mice; and Miss Spink (Jennifer Saunders) and Miss Forcible (Dawn French), a pair of venerable theatrical troupers endlessly recounting their glory days in the music hall. Coraline also meets a boy her age, Whybe Lovet (Robert Bailey Jr.), the grandson of the grande dame who owns the place, and a talking cat (Keith David) with dark secrets he eventually...
...vegetation near Venezuela's central coast, shooing away mosquitoes and unsuccessfully dodging spiky palm trees. And yet, as a full-fledged chocoholic, I don't mind: I'm about to find the world's best cacao. A couple more meters down the trail, I see it. Not an especially tall tree, nothing majestic--just the bearer of the divine criollo bean...