The Parthenon was the jewel of Greek religion. Like an ageless celestial mirror, it also reflected the power, patriotism, democracy and artistic and technical achievements of Athens, the premier Greek polis in the fifth century BCE.
I hate to break it to you, Vlad. You've made a poor choice of venue for this one. Cause the Olympics are really, really gay. I'm not talking figure skating, or the two-man luge. I'm talking about the great Olympics of the ancient Greeks.
The day I completed the "Murph" -- named after Lieutenant Michael Murphy from Patchogue, NY, who died in Afghanistan -- I finally understood the connection. By going deeper into the "being-ness" of physicality, we honored what he had lost. It made a kind of weird sense.
The evolution of ancient medical practices -- how the Greeks of the Homeric period linked sickness and disease with the supernatural, tying them to the wrath of the gods -- is what this new exhibition will be all about.
It is worth keeping in mind, though, that after every catastrophic phase, after every setback, both Greece and the NY Jets have managed to survive, recover and, on occasion, prosper. Both Greeks and Gang Green nation are nothing but truly resilient.
One of the things I love most about being in the beauty industry is that it really is the best blend of art and science. It's essential to evolve, and be completely engaged with the global beauty scene.
Seventy-five years ago, another king couldn't take up the job because he wanted to wed a divorcée; no one's challenging Prince Charles' right of succession for doing the same. So if gay Christians want to borrow some traditions of marriage, why should the fuddy-duddy bishops stop them?