Word: velvets
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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THOUGH nobody planned them that way, the shows resonate with one another. They assert how we see and have seen-over the best part of a millennium, and right at this moment. The assertions are sometimes disturbing. Munich: 396 icons, barbaric gemstones strewn across the velvet sophistications of Orthodox theology. Brussels: three Bruegels newly cleaned to support a reflective commemoration. Amsterdam: 24 matchless Rembrandts, the best from each of 21 collections the world round. Paris: 304 Giacomettis, shyly revealing beneath surfaces textured like used chewing gum, a tender-hearted portraitist...
Spiro Agnew may anger some, enthrall others, but for at least one American the Vice President has been nothing less than inspirational. Songwriter Lee Morris, 49, of Surfside, Fla., whose titles include Blue Velvet and Thirsty for Your Kisses, has been moved to write the Ballad of Spiro Agnew.* The song is scheduled to be recorded on the Impudent Parasite label by Morris, who will be accompanied by a group called the Effete Snobs. A sample of the lyrics, to be sung to what the songwriter calls a "march rock" tempo...
Gibbon was a small man, just over five feet, and so fat that when he knelt to a lady she had to summon a servant to hoist him to his feet. Rather fussily elegant in his dress-flowered velvet suit, lots of ruffles, snuffbox to flutter over-Gibbon exuded a tepid blandness. Joshua Reynolds painted a deadly portrait of him. His profile is distinctly not that of a Roman emperor. He has the eyes of a maiden aunt, a tiny Cupid's mouth, and a second chin far more impressive than the first. Even his hands manage to look...
...motioned me to sit down on a red couch of velvet crushed beyond respectability, and sat down beside...
...proper blandness, the place was creatively ugly. Most of it consisted of nothing but a central lobby, plastic glassy skylights, and a semi-cubistic chandelier. All in all, little more than a retarded version of Miami Beach. Except that off to one side of the lobby, roped off with velvet covered ropes, was a plaster bust of JFK painted to look bronze...