“Leave It All Behind Ya.” (Slogan printed on photos of himself sitting on the toilet that Louis Armstrong would send to his fans.)
Some days everything I read tastes good and I succumb to a shameful quotation binge.
“This wasn’t the pot calling the kettle black. This was a six-burner Wolf range calling the dorm-room hot plate a stove.” (Frank Bruni)
“Biden hitched up his sock suspenders and performed, for once, with unflagging verve.” (Will Wilkinson)
“Her bangs weren’t shaking, but she spent much of the night on the ropes as she sparred with a pot-stirring Pete.” (Maureen Dowd)
“… Needed to stop and frisk himself for a good answer on all his N.D.A.s…” (Maureen Dowd)
“It is not my attraction that needed to be questioned, it is his.” (Vanessa Springora)
A word on fashion from Vanessa Friedman, then I’ll pipe down.
“… Max Mara’s pinstriped Aqua-execs, in their ruffle-scale-sleeve navy, beige and brown suiting, rope-belted high-tide trousers and whale-size puffers.”
“… Where Luke and Lucie Meier gracefully balanced pristine monochromatic tailoring and a curvaceous classicism in a silent pantomime of communion between opposites…”
“Whether you worship on the altar of fashion or roll your eyes in horror and sacrilege at the metaphor, dressing is itself a kind of minor daily ritual, and clothes are what we all wear to perform our lives. A fashion show has always been, and still is, the most concentrated reminder of that.”
Frank Bruni, “Despite His Billions, Bloomberg Busts,” NYTimes, 2-20-20.
New York Times Opinion, “Winners and Losers of the Democratic Debate,” 2-20-20.
Valentine Faure, “France Gets Its Weinstein Moment, NYTimes,” 2-20-20.
M. H. Miller, “Louis Armstrong, the King of Queens,” NYTimes, 2-20-20.
Vanessa Friedman, “Gucci Declares the Death of the Fashion Show Greatly Exaggerated,” NYTimes, 2-20-20.
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