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Zhang Ziyi rolls across a library floor in a gauzy white tunic, trying to perfect an action stunt and she's in pain. Her forefinger is a swollen lump, bruised from an injury the previous day, and each thrust of her sword sets it throbbing anew. Her instructor lists the problems to work on: straighten the legs, revolve the body faster and finish at a better angle. Ziyi huffs, shuffles her Nikes, then dives again. No good. She squeals in agony. Director Zhang Yimou gives his action director the word: "Simplify it." Cinematographer Chris Doyle heaves a sympathetic sigh, which...
...Milton Nascimento came out for his set next. He cuts a striking figure onstage - dreads down to his shoulders, a dark headband holding them in place, clad in a simple white tunic and flowing white pants. His music is a stew of many ingredients - Brazilian spices, West African meat, European pop broth. Nascimento seems to view the world as his supermarket, throwing in his musical cart Portuguese fado, South African juju music and, of course, bossa nova rhythms from his native country. His first song popped and burbled with township jive, and the emotional high point was reached when...
...Then there's the uniforms. At my school we wore a rather demure tunic and an ugly hat. Its singular advantage was that it looked equally unprepossessing on everyone. However, you could tell in which clique a person belonged by nuanced differences in their ensembles. A longer tunic meant you were a brain, loose socks meant you were a toughie. Here at the games all the well-meaning muddle-aged volunteers - the rough equivalent of school prefects - wear garish shirts and silly hats. As well as looking equally unprepossessing on everyone, including my rather rotund father, they too have nuances...
...border. There is no mistaking Khatami when he slips back from the front of the plane, wandering down through a cabin decorated in late-1970s style. In contrast to his entourage's rough-edged, revolutionary look, his clerical attire is soft and cheerful: a pear-colored robe, a chocolate tunic, sporty tan calf loafers. He flashes the smile that has given hope to Iranians depressed by two decades of official somberness. As he makes his way, greeting officials, bodyguards and Iranian journalists, he spots the two Americans on board. "Where are you from?" he asks, opening his arms. Could...
...Einhorn, wearing blue jeans and a tunic made by Flodin, strolled into the Bordeaux courtroom Sept. 2 as if there had never been a body in the trunk or a pack of hounds on his trail or 16 years on the lam. He looked healthy, untroubled, his face ruddy. He played with a silver goatee and casually acknowledged Flodin, who smiled from the back of the courtroom, wearing a bright layered getup that looked as if it were stolen from the closet of Pippi Longstocking. The Unicorn had had a long time to write himself a new speech...