damascene ware, tole ware

In a word, Velasquez was a puzzling comminglement of the classic and the realist.

Any page of sheet-music jazz will reveal a number of common simple syncopative formulas applied to melodic purposes.

She’s a tall, thin woman who, whilst wearing glasses, has disappointingly opted against a half-moon style over which she could peer schoolmistress-like at overly exuberant brides. It is a mystery; why do truly miserable, unhelpful people choose to make their living in jobs that are completely reliant on their ability to be friendly and provide a service? In this case, I can only guess that some past trauma has left her with some Miss Havisham-esque compulsion towards bridalwear.