JONATHAN ALTER’S “ALL GROWN Up and Nowhere to Go” (May) was the first article that accurately portrays how thwarted, indeed, pissed off we, the Nowhere Generation, feel. The excesses of the 1980s have left us with little hope of living as well as our parents—enormous debts, no medical insurance, no industrial infrastructure, unaffordable housing, national debt, a collapsing banking system, and a culture of intolerance and ignorance.
FOR NEARLY SIXTY YEARS Esquire has been admiring women—with eloquence, with humor, and always with passion. Sometimes we’ve been suave, some' times we’ve been jilted. But whether we’ve put women on a pedestal or kicked it out from under them, they’ve always preoccupied us.
<p>SPIKE LEE IS SITTING FOR A HAIRCUT under a red sheet on the second floor of the converted Brooklyn firehouse that serves him as workshop and headquarters. He smiles in greeting. A young woman offers coffee or a cold drink. The dense, meshed rhythms of Stevie Wonder come from the sound system, punctuated by the metallic swish of the scissors.</p>
<p>WHEN THE BIG LIGHT goes out, you hope it will be turned on again. It is immediately apparent that you are not entering a restaurant while you are being gurneyed into an operating theater. Case studies reveal that it is common among acute schizophrenics to believe that doctors are, in fact, aliens.</p>
<p>A COUPLE OF MONTHS AGO I drove down to Atlantic City to see the Foreman-Holyfield heavyweight championship fight. I had not been to a fight in years—not since visiting Muhammad Ali at his home in Los Angeles during the 1984 Olympics. I watched him sign autographs at his desk, the pen working laboriously across the paper. </p>
<p>HEY, MAN, GOOD TA SEE YA! Wanna have some big fun? Shaw ya do! Come on! You can listen on the speakerphone whilst I pop some ice in this here coffee—cause the third cup of the day at this time of year, lawd, she had bettah be cooooooold! ¶ Ice cold. ¶ Oh, good.</p>
<p>AT PRECISELY 3:57 P.M. this coming October 3, it will be forty years since Leo Durocher, manager of the New York baseball Giants, patted Bobby Thomson on the back and said, “Boy, if you ever hit one, hit one now.” A minute later, Thomson hit one—a three-run homer that sailed into the left-field stands at the Polo Grounds and won the 1951 National League pennant for the Giants.</p>
THE TYPICAE AMERIcan ranch house on its quarter-acre lot, holds one theorist of suburbia, is laid out like a cartoon of a real ranch. The front yard replicates the south forty, the garage the barn, the trio of tomato plants the kitchen garden.
<p>GIVEN MY CHOICE of any dessert in the world, I would unhesitatingly choose chocolate ice cream, which has the same effect on my palate as does twilight on my psyche. As a kid, I was perfectly content with Good Humor chocolate from the back of a truck, or Breyers hand-packed at my neighborhood candy store.</p>
<p>BECAUSE RARITY IS not always a factor in determining their value, antique automobiles can take the first rule of collecting and invert it like a 1918 airmail stamp. A bevy of interesting old cars is stuck in the Great American Car Limbo. “Never been hot, and never will be,” goes the litany.</p>
The Place: Chatham, New York, and surrounding Columbia County villages west of New England, east of the Hudson, north of the City, and south of too-far-to-go-for-a-weekend. Twenty minutes from the culture—Tanglewood, Jacob’s Pillow, the Mount—and skiing of the Berkshires.
<p>SIX MONTHS AGO Esquire asked more than fifty of the world's most celebrated photographers—men and women—to photograph any woman or women they chose, in any way they wanted. The assignment was to visually answer the question: What does the American woman look like? Surprise us, we told them.</p>
FROM DALLAS TO LOS ANGELES TO CHAPPAQUIDDICK TO PALM BEACH, IT'S BEEN A TUMULTUOUS AND TRAGIC RIDE FOR A NATION AND ITS ROYAL FAMILY. IS THE INCIDENT AT THE COMPOUND JUST ANOTHER ATROCITY OF FATE? OR DO THE KENNEDYS THEMSELVES NOW WANT THE MYTH TO DIE?
<p>Each individual has three
lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret one. These lives are
ascribed specific dialogue and costumes and sets, and when a sequence in the
action wraps, the set on which it was played may be, on occasion, elevated to a
shrine. The tortuous progress of the Kennedy family has produced many shrines.
Among them is a mansion in the Spanish Colonial Revival style located at 1095
North Ocean Boulevard in Palm Beach, Florida.
I starred in The Partridge Family; now Vm tabloid fodder. Is nothing sacred ?
<p>I WAS FAMOUS ONCE. AND MAYBE I’LL BE famous again someday. People have a warm spot in their hearts for ex-celebrities and every few years have an overwhelming desire to know what their childhood heroes look like today. This is not a new trend.</p>
Close your eyes (metaphorically, of course) and imagine a blazer that’s tailored enough to wear to the office and roomy enough to wear with a bulky sweater. Now imagine that this blazer is as soft as the sweater. Now open your eyes. This is the fall European collection, a collection so distinctive that it blurs the line between tailored clothing and sportswear.
<p>HOLSTEINS HAVE BEEN WEARING IT FOR YEARS. PRIESTS, TOO. EVEN REFEREES KNOW A GOOD WARDROBE CALL WHEN (AND IF) THEY SEE IT. THIS FALL, EUROPE’S LEADING DESIGNERS-VERSACE, VENTURI, BYBLOS, ET ALHAVE CAUGHT ON, USING BLACK AND WHITE IN CHECKS, STRIPES, AND PRINTS, AND (JUST SO THERE’S NO GRAY AREA) SOLID WHITE AND SOLID BLACK.</p>
On page no: Hermès trench coat ($4,300) at Hermès boutique, N.Y., Boston, Chicago, Houston, San Francisco. Valentino Couture trousers as part of suit ($1,500) at Valentino boutique, N.Y., Los Angeles; Bergdorf Goodman Men’s Store, N.Y.; Gerard Soulaine, Dallas; Harry Rosen, Toronto; L’Uomo, Montreal.