I get my phone out to capture the golden-lit scene on Instagram.
Romance Inverse, by Itzik Galili, sees the NDCW women, golden-lit by Yaron Abulafia, slinking and rippling across the darkened stage to the music of Steve Reich.
I have known Peter since 1990, when he opened Savoy, a lovely, neighborly restaurant, with a golden-lit Arts and Crafts-style room, all blond wood and copper mesh and candlelight and welcome, eclectic food.
Whichever route you take, you will end up, after dark passages, swept into an English carnival, a gaudy, golden-lit celebration in a ballroom, the giddiest of pleasures, stalked by the figure of death.
Set to Julia Wolfe's ominous and shivery score for eight double basses, the piece presents the dancers in a series of intersecting, golden-lit phalanxes, which fracture into individual ritualistic displays.
Mr. Scharf's son Jason Scharf, 25, was by his side with a laptop that displayed conceptual images of the finished product: a golden-lit hall with endless rows of tables populated by a sea of men with long beards and black hats.
In the elegant days of golden-lit dinners at Evangeline Bruce or Katharine Graham's home — where presidents dined and serious players made private political deals — the news may have seeped into the public domain eventually.
I had been deep in a "By the Sea" reverie, wallowing in the fantasy world of golden-lit cliffs, 800-thread count sheets and angular cheekbones that writer-director Jolie Pitt created, but the man seated to my left was clearly not feeling it.
Anyone who plans a festival "look" – anything involving straighteners, for example, or elaborate face paint, or a perfectly-lit golden hour photoshoot – needs to be far, far away from your "this T-shirt is clean enough, now let's get wrecked" festival aesthetic.
On the first morning I awoke in my four-hundred-year-old bedroom and threw open the shutters to look out over a golden vista of sun-lit rolling hills covered with olive trees.
Domestic scenes, lit by the golden glow of an oil lamp, perch on them with precarious cosiness; soldiers at the Front splash over them, illuminated by the hard white light of foreign stars.
