Word: velvets
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...plump, short, silver-haired fellow, Ismaël dresses as if he were 50 or younger, wearing a fashionable black turtleneck, red corduroy shirt, hound's-tooth sports jacket with velvet collar, and snap-brim hat. In Neufchátel-en-Bray (pop. 6,000), where he lives and works in an old folks' home, Ismaël now shrugs off the snickers that greet his name. He chuckles over the judge's decree himself and says: "Her decision was ridiculous. Do I have bestiality written all over my face? After all, I'm not different...
...towers like a natural wonder, unique as Niagara or Mount Everest. Sills' voice is made of more ordinary stuff; what she shares with Callas is an abandon in hurling herself into fiery emotional music and a willingness to sacrifice vocal beauty for dramatic effect. Sutherland deals in vocal velvet, Sills in emotional dynamite. Sutherland's voice is much larger, but its plush monochrome robs it of carrying power in dramatic moments. Sills' multicolored voice, though smaller, projects better and has a cutting edge that can slice through the largest orchestra and chorus. Sometimes, indeed, it verges...
...make the familiar complaint that there are too few family pictures. What they are waiting for is Son of Love Story, another Airport or a romantic western like Butch Caasidy and the Sundance Kid. The nostalgia fad is not the only reason why so many old movies like National Velvet and Dr. Zhivago are everywhere in revival...
...that he is traveling somewhere. He always does." Picasso still dresses with a dandyism beyond the wildest dreams of King's Road: trousers with one blue and one red leg, dragon shirts, Oriental headgear. "He is a little model," says his tailor, Michel Sapone. "I have made him velvet robes, kilts, jackets embroidered in the Yugoslav manner. I assure you, he wears them with majesty." But all desire to be public, to act in front of the camera, is gone. The group of friends and colleagues has dwindled, for Picasso has outlived them. Matisse, Braque, Gris...
...dance until 4 a.m. to live rock. Transvestites right out of The Damned, complete with dark red lipstick and 1930s feather boas, shouldered their way slinkily past matrons from Westchester. One unidentified chap wore a beige net jumpsuit with nothing on underneath, and a woman in gray velvet knickers pulled her off-the-shoulder blouse well below her bosom, while photographers immortalized the view...