Word: velvets
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Died. Ferruccio Burco, 26, onetime Italian infant maestro who by eight had performed the world over, conquering more by his velvet knee pants and cherub face than by musicianship (he memorized gestures), then swiftly faded despite years of study, retreating to the countryside as leader of a roving provincial band; of injuries suffered in an auto accident; near Ostuni, Italy...
...Velvet Vest. Her statuesque beauty was set off with enormous hats from which dangled a ribbon that the French then called "Suivez-moi, jeune homme" (Follow me, young man). Soon she was wearing a velvet vest embroidered with 240 diamonds. Admirers gave her gilded carriages and chateaux, buckets of jewels, and a mansion on the Champs-Elysées. A U.S. millionaire invited Otero to a simple supper of caviar and oysters-in each oyster lay a pearl. By 1894 she was so rich that she spurned an offer of 10,000 francs for one night, and the luckless...
...tears and made her audience suffer with her as the strings surged upward to a great chord, punctured by Violetta's desperate cry: "Ah! gran' Dio! Morir si giovine [Ah, great God! To die so young]." After the performance, Teresa, smothered in flowers, wearing a green Florentine velvet gown, was seized by a hollow cough. "You see, Violetta is contagious," she said...
...decided to show her all dressed up in its TV musical My Name Is Barbra late in April and marched her off to Manhattan's Bergdorf-Goodman for fitting and filming. She tried on a $15,000 Somali leopard coat-and liked it! Next came a mink-lined velvet robe. "I used to hate mink but now I appreciate it for its solidarity," cooed Barbra, adding that sable is solid too. Before the kookie crumbled completely, she slipped into a good old "poor girl" sweater, with a great swishy white hat that reminded her "a little...
Hello to the Girls. No one environment is right for all the centuries, it was decided, and there is no bare white plaster anywhere in the galleries. Instead, moderns hang against natural-colored monk's cloth, and old masters are shown against lustrous shades of velvet. Despite elegant walls, Brown and his staff of nine curators have chosen not to impress by clutter: a small but prize array of impressionists and postimpressionists, including a magnificent Cézanne still life that seems to tilt a plate of cherries into the viewer's mouth, is brought together to demonstrate...