On a recent Saturday morning, a tall, slouchy twenty-five-year-old in a polo shirt, baggy jeans, and Timberland boots that, by his own admission, had gone "mad dusty," showed up at a subway station in Coney Island.
But in the dusty, boarded-up house, there is a letter waiting for her on the hall table.
It was quintessentially Dolce & Gabbana territory with those stylish Sicilians, a sexual charge steaming from every pinstriped suit, velvet jacket, tank top or curvy long johns — right down to the dusty, beat-up shoes.
Friends of Island Academy has its office at 500 Eighth Avenue, one of the few buildings near Times Square that still have the dusty, mixed-up, welfare-office look that so many buildings there had twenty years ago.
In a basement room made smaller and louder by the air ducts looming from the ceiling, she tended to her task, sitting on a stool set beside a collection of dusty, rolled-up maps, all needing to be vacuumed, and all with titles like "Madeira and Mamore Railway Plan of the Rio Madeira at San Antonio".
He still lodges with Mr. and Mrs. Brown Hughh Bonneville and Sally Hawkins), who first welcomed him, as a stranded soul, into their home, but his object of desire is now a dusty pop-up book, which he wants to buy as a gift for his aunt Lucy, back in Peru.
THE mud-crusted Ford Ranger kicked up dusty plumes as we tore up the gravel roads near Decorah, in northeastern Iowa.
I'm never quite hot, dusty or fed up enough for it to work its magic.
Dusty (Mark Wahlberg) rocks up on a motorbike, a slipstream of testosterone and reckless excitement drifting behind him.
