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...wish to participate in any debate on aesthetics of the Coop architecture, but feel it is important to point out that the architectural rendering provided by the Coop is grossly distorted, making reasonable judgments impossible. To wit, Palmer Street is made to appear broader and lighter than would actually be the case. In the Coop rendering, Palmer Street, curb to curb, is shown as 5.5 times the width of the West sidewalk, preserving present building and curb lines. Actually, by measure, Palmer Street is 3.3 times the sidewalk width (205/54 inches. The effect of this distortion is to make...
...shows a certain folksy appeal. Watching him on the screen, De Gaulle himself once said appreciatively: "Good. Louis XVIII in modern dress." He was referring to the first Bourbon king restored to the throne after Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo, a man who combined prudence with a ready wit, statecraft with a talent for compromise, and one who came to power after an indubitably great man. France, exhausted by glory and travail, had welcomed him as Louis the Desired...
...manager, the top post under the Rothschilds themselves. During De Gaulle's years out of power, he impressed le grand Charles with his gifts as a writer, thinker and human being, went to work for him as an adviser. He is worldly, affable, and possesses a neat, aphoristic wit. Sample: "There are two sorts of people: those who try to make their own fortune and those who make the fortunes of others." But in loyally serving De Gaulle's political fortune, Pompidou is no mirror-image of his idol; he is both more artistically inclined and more frivolous...
Baby Want a Kiss is a sort of ventriloquiz, a chance to guess whose playwriting voice is being thrown onstage. Dramatist James Costigan can mimic the voices of Edward Albee, lonesco and the Theater of the Absurd, Pirandello and even James Thurber, but except for a few sallies of wit and whimsy, he cannot speak for himself...
...four decades since George Balanchine left his native Russia, he has never had a theater to compare with the one he grew up in - the grand Maryinsky in old St. Petersburg. With the desperate wit of a tenement boy playing stoop ball, he has fashioned his art to survive its locale - and in New York, where Balanchine has lived and worked for the past 30 years, its locales have been dingy, gloomy, unfriendly or cramped. But when Balanchine's New York City Ballet opened its spring season in the crystal splendor of the New York State Theater at Lincoln...