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The latest edition of Five New Words comes from an opinion piece by New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd. I especially enjoy how she employed the use of the word "trellis." As always, look up these words. They are colorful, powerful, and ripe for the picking.
From "Hunting Birds of Paradise" by Maureen Dowd
“You!” he yelled, pointing at me in a sartorial “J’accuse” moment, “are wearing the wrong stockings with that dress!”
I wave at him when I see him around Manhattan, a slight, gray-haired man in a tweed cap turned backward, standing sentry outside Barney’s, pedaling on his red Schwinn through Times Square or darting around taking pictures at the opera.
As on that first night, he always looks happy and busy and kind, a Boston Irish priest of street fashion, an aesthetic meritocrat who moves through New York’s seductive trellis of money, power and status and stays pure somehow.
He admires anybody who looks good, the obscure as well as the famous, the old stylish gals as well as the young, women elegantly draping garbage bags against the storm as well as women in couture.
A new documentary about Cunningham offers a tonic of simplicity and a paean to women after Sheen’s excesses and contempt for women.
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