Once in, I sat on the grass, hoping, hoping, hoping to get a touch of the ball, as it sped over the so, so smooth field, my feet occasionally, rakishly, rebelliously, resting over the rope to show just how cool I was.
Six years earlier, Dean – as yet paunch-free and with a rakishly floppy head of hair – is a furniture remover with old-fashioned romantic dreams.
Costume drama at its most rakishly louche, Catherine Breillat's The Last Mistress is unashamedly a bodice ripper – although in this case, it's the man's bodice that would get ripped, if he wore one.
The rakishly handsome screen star, Peter James Purefoyy), checks into a Lincolnshire hotel where Patricia Sienna Millerr) is staying, near her pukka husband Teddy's aerodrome.
After that, he became a rakishly dressed pirate.
Dave has quietly enjoyed an entire bottle of red wine before coming to the dinner table, and now he is wearing his MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN hat rakishly tilted over one eye.
My imaginative participation in his portraits is pretty much limited to sharing the pleasure of the sitters — commonly posed with arms draped over the back of a chair or, standing, with one arm rakishly akimbo — at being able to afford the great one's fee.
Other touchstones are austere, beautiful decorative weavings by Anni Albers (one of several prominent women at the school); rakishly angled photographs of architecture by Moholy-Nagy, and of people in alarming closeup by his wife, Lucia; and conceptually dizzying graphics by Herbert Bayer, including a 1924 fantasy of a multimedia building that would belch its name in letters of smoke.
She moved into a mansion near the Elysée Palace and spent her fortune with abandon: on a Rolls-Royce; Coromandel screens; cascades of diamonds and pearls that she mixed rakishly with her ropes of "amusing trinkets"; and a villa at Roquebrune, in Provence, where she cohabited with the grandest of her consorts, the Duke of Westminster, and entertained the Churchills.
A thick fascicle of dreadlocks sheathed in wax thread is slung rakishly over his right shoulder and spliced to an equally long but spindlier cable of beard.
A young man, aquiline nose visible beneath the rakishly tilted headgear, holds his cane lightly between thumb and forefinger and returns Frith's attention with a dead-on stare.
