Henry James got the idea for The Spoils of Poynton from a single remark heard at dinner, but he also had to find out somehow what lovely possessions looked and felt and smelled like, the tapestries splendidly toned by time, the thrilling touch of the old velvet brocade.
Somehow, my lovely distant god, it makes me less afraid.
Still, it wasn't an easy task making this extraordinary display of international arrogance somehow look lovely.
I had somehow missed these lovely tributes to the late Kate McGarrigle from her son, Rufus Wainwright, her daughter, Martha Wainwright, and her sister, Anna McGarrigle.
By Hendrik Hertzberg March 1, 2010 I had somehow missed these lovely tributes to the late Kate McGarrigle from her son, Rufus Wainwright, her daughter, Martha Wainwright, and her sister, Anna McGarrigle.
The families are all lovely, and somehow no hometown date has ever taken place in a shotgun shack.
Today's visitor to New Directions' elegantly shabby offices, in Chelsea, may stand on the nineteenth-floor balcony beside Epler, who is in her fifties and has a big, throaty laugh, under a pair of carved stone lions silently roaring high above, downtown and the Hudson River spread out beneath, and be forgiven for thinking that he has somehow stepped into a lovely and improbable alternate universe.
Kawakami calls these "vicarious emotions"—we experience secondhand sadness that somehow transforms into something lovely and positive.
Thanks to a matte finish and a light sensor that imperceptibly dims and lightens the screen to match its surroundings, it all somehow looks intimate and lovely, and not as one might fear cheesy and horrible.
Benedict Cumberbatch, with that oddly anachronistic 1914 face of his, and miscast in a tricky weakling role, somehow gamely snags the loveliest moment, a sweetly crooned love song to Nicholson, thunderously curtailed by his brutally overbearing mother Martindale.
