Marlon Brando in Elia Kazan’s A Streetcar Named Desire.
Once upon a time, Mrs. Puff, a modest and respectable lady, went to the theater with Mr. Puff, her equally modest and respectable husband. The year: 1947. The venue: the Ethel Barrymore Theater, New York City. [Read more...]
The arrivals board at Vienna’s international airport.
In the early 1980s, Vienna’s airport was one small terminal, like a village train station, something for the few people who bothered to venture in or out. You could check in, get a coffee, and go through passport control in a matter of minutes, and you got to your gate while the coffee was still hot because your gate was just the other side of the room. Planes took off and landed on one runway. The entire happenings at the airport, inside and out, could be monitored from the one lobby-sized space. Because, aside from music prodigies and spies, no one went to Vienna. [Read more...]
There are people who walk into a grocery store and, instead of seeing thousands of individual food items, see complete dinners. They stride with purpose through the aisles and an hour later have pan-roasted chicken, sautéed chanterelles, and potato gnocchi on the table. [Read more...]
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