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FOUNTAINS, little marble statues in the lobby--this is the Fountainbleau Hotel. Call the reservations desk: "We have rooms for $65, $75, $85, $95 and $110 a night. For $110 you get an ocean view and a personal terrace." Gold paint everywhere, lots of brushed velvet, ornate, a little seedy, built to lure opthalmologists and funeral directors and Republicans from the North...
...this month's opening of the San Francisco Opera season, one of the nation's few remaining high-fashion occasions, several soignée ladies appeared in elegant jumps that attracted as much attention as the Yves St. Laurent gowns (one spectacular number was all black velvet, festooned with pearls). Brides have been jumpsuiting their way to the altar. Says San Francisco Manufacturer Doug Thomkins: "Not every woman in town is wearing a jumpsuit. But every woman has one hanging in her closet...
...necked, or deeply décolleté. At stores like I. Magnin's in San Francisco and Chicago and Bloomingdale's in New York, which has eight departments (including one named In Flight) selling jumpsuitery, they come in soft, billowy silks and satins, polished cotton and gabardine, velvet and crepe de Chine in art deco prints. Head-turning hues include purple, burgundy, fuchsia, aubergine, white and that ol' black magic...
...most fun I've ever had fully clothed and in public. Four straight hours the band cooked insistently, with Chenier himself -- recently out of the hospital from serious medical business -- in charge for the latter three. Chenier proclaimed himself "King of the Accordion," signified by a besequinned red velvet crown and proved by playing the rhythm-and-blues devil out of his instrument. He was flanked by a young white guitarist, who played astoundingly well in a Freddie King-inspired style, plus a more stoic black guitarist, two saxophonists, a vigorous drummer, a bass man and, ofcourse, brother Cleveland Chenier...
America has never tried a national poet laureate, mostly because the thing smacks of titles, of poets groveling before lords and trying to dress up hereditary idiots in velvet prosody. But perhaps the U.S. should reconsider. At least 17 states now have poets laureate. Most of them are regional talents, often amateurs; a few, like Richard Eberhardt (New Hampshire) and Gwendolyn Brooks (Illinois), are distinguished poets...