Sentence examples for luminous pale from inspiring English sources

Yet he is known almost exclusively for his luminous, pale paintings of bottles, bowls and jugs.

Beckinsale, who is sipping fizzy water at the Mercer Hotel in SoHo, has luminous pale skin, which accentuates her dark eyes and long, wavy hair.

Cooper's luminous, pale resin sculptures are owned by the Whitney and the Guggenheim, but in Oaxaca he is known as the person who made mezcal respectable.

Bob Crowley's quietly glamorous costumes have the four lead male couples in luminous pale gray, while the women's dresses and the men's jackets have the same plunging V-shape neckline.

"I would think that her great body, or her great style, or her giant, luminous pale-blue eyes, or even the adorable way she squints those eyes and lowers her chin to her chest when she laughs, which maybe you never saw, since her mustache made you unfunny and sullen, were all equally strong candidates for the most relevant detail about her appearance.

Luminous, radiant, pale.

Thus, we were relieved to beat it into Napeague, a quiescent place tucked into the lee of all the turbulence, where the water was olive, but flat; where the clouds were mere stains in a uniformly gray sky; where a large white egret stood out conspicuously amid the luminous and pale green marsh grasses along the shore.

He did notice, though, her round, luminous blue eyes, pale complexion and quality of fresh-scrubbed innocence.

Her pale, luminous beauty is purposefully clouded by long fronds of green-dyed hair, and she dresses in shapeless black T-shirts that proclaim her alienation from traditional norms of femininity.

She loves to pose Roberts against repetitive, bland, pastel-colored surfaces: a locker room, a row of toilet cubicles, the prefab blockish architecture of her school, the aquamarine of a swimming pool (still the backdrop du jour for disaffected youth, along with fish tanks, 40 years after The Graduate), until Roberts' pale, luminous beauty pops.

Yet the director, Aaron Katz, and his cinematographer, Andrew Reed, make dramatic poetry out of Portland's winter dankness, producing a luminous silver-and-pale-blue palette that is strikingly beautiful.