emaciated-looking

Three demonic, emaciated-looking children screaming down the middle of a major street at thirty miles an hour on a red love seat.

Dear Mrs. Fitzsimmons

An emaciated-looking brunette salesclerk was holding a mirror up to a Juicy-clad soccer mom clearly taking a day off.

Fashionista

With a voice more raspy than Tom Waits before his first cup of coffee and more billowing than Janis Joplin at peak frenzy, Benjamin (the only name he used) was also an emaciated-looking drag queen who fronted the Atlanta-based underground band Smoke prior to his death in 1999.

Movie Review: Benjamin Smoke

"A law is for when people don't respect self-discipline," said Hervé Brossard, president of France's Association des Agences Conseils en Communication, an communications-industry group, and vice chairman of advertising agency DDB Worldwide, a unit of Omnicom Group Inc. In recent months, Messrs. Brossard and Grumbach took part in drafting a charter requiring members to ban emaciated-looking models from advertisements.

French Lawmakers Target

The farmer, in the meanwhile, sees how the livestock herder struggles and walks for miles to find adequate food for his emaciated-looking herd - why doesn't the herder plant a small field of leaves and grasses for the cows to eat?

Archive 2006-02-01

They sweep and tidy his room more carefully, and hang lithographs over his sofa; under the table they lay an emaciated-looking rug.

A Raw Youth

She buried that part of herself that was hurt and betrayed while focusing on her daughter and feeding her emaciated-looking husband when he finally returned from Alora's arms.

Sinatra The Man Behind the Myth

The Keeper of the Door, whose exceptionally tall stature and thin, almost emaciated-looking form marked him as one of the Kenkari elves, jumped at the sound.

The Hand of Chaos

An emaciated-looking beltboy trotted up with a trolley and began loading my cases, but I kept back a long elegant package covered with FRAGILE - ANTIQUE labels and carried it myself.

The Gates of Noon

Hank sat tipped back in the chair in front of his roll top desk; the room was illuminated only by his green glass lamp; his coat hung over the head of his emaciated-looking cigar-store Indian.

The Shape of Dread