The editors of Playboy have a particular fondness for the January issue. It is our way of throwing a party. We crowd as many old friends and new acquaintances as we can into the pages of the magazine and sit back to enjoy the sizzle of high energy, the snatches of conversation, the last-minute projects crowding through the door. Our noisemakers are motor-driven cameras, tape recorders and electric typewriters. Without fail, we are late in arriving at the printer's; but when the air clears, we have reason to celebrate.
Playboy, (ISSN 0032-1478), January, 1981, Volume 28, Number 1. Published Monthly by Playboy, Playboy Bldg., 919 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago, Ill. 60611. Subscriptions: In the United States and its possessions, $48 for 36 issues, $34 for 24 issues, $18 for 12 issues. Canada, $24 for 12 issues. Elsewhere, $31 for 12 issues. Allow 45 days for new subscriptions and renewals. Change of address: Send both old and new addresses to Playboy, Post Office Box 2420, Boulder, Colorado 80302, and allow 45 days for change. Marketing: Ed Condon, Director/Direct Marketing; Michael J. Murphy, Circulation Promotion Director. Advertising: Henry W. Marks, Advertising Director; Harold Duchin, National Sales Manager; Michael Druckman, New York Sales Manager; Richard Atkins, Fashion Advertising Manager, 747 Third Avenue, New York, New York 10017; Chicago 60611, Russ Weller, Associate Advertising Manager, 919 North Michigan Avenue; Troy, Michigan 48084, Jess Ballew, Manager, 3001 W. Big Beaver Road; Los Angeles 90010, Stanley L. Perkins, Manager, 4311 Wilshire Boulevard; San Francisco 94104, Tom Jones, Manager, 417 Montgomery Street.
Los Angeles free-lancer Richard J. Pietschmann met with Neil Diamond just as he completed a morning studio session for the album to "The Jazz Singer"--his first shot at the silver screen. Pietschmann's report: "Diamond strikes me as too tall for a superstar in a showbiz world populated by diminutive Jaggers, Johns, Hoffmans and Newmans. He was exceptionally polite and attentive but did blanch and swallow hard when I produced my tape recorder. No taping, he ordered, so I had to take notes. Oh, yes--he did volunteer one answer that doesn't appear here. His shoe size is 12-1/2"
If you've always been fascinated by the legendary sexual wisdom of the Orient but haven't read far beyond the Kama Sutra, you can finally satisfy your curiosity by buying Sexual Secrets: The Alchemy of Ecstasy (Destiny), a most remarkable presentation of the mystic sexual tradition called tantra. The authors, Nik Douglas and Penny Slinger, each spent more than ten years researching the book--he the lore, she the art--which is the most comprehensive and easy to read of any book on the subject we've seen. Douglas, who wrote most of it, studied Oriental art, philosophy, medicine and mystic sexual practices for eight years in the Himalayas, spent time with Hindu tantric adepts, Tibetan lamas and the like, and mastered Sanskrit along the way. Slinger created more than 600 illustrations for the large (about five pounds), 383-page volume, including more than 200 sexual postures. Sexual Secrets contains a complete illustrated Kama Sutra, Ananga Ranga and all the major Taoist love treatises. Its wonders are far too abundant to adequately describe here; our best recommendation is that this book broadened our view of sexual experience.
Season's greetings to all. Here's our selection of gift-book ideas to aid you in your holiday shopping spree. Once again, you won't go wrong choosing some of the first-rate fiction previewed in Playboy during the year: Fanny (New American Library), Erica Jong's wonderful romp through the 18th Century; Mordecai Richler's Joshua Then and Now (Knopf) and Tom Robbins' Still Life with Woodpecker (Bantam), two comedies that take care of the 20th Century; and E.L. Doctorow's Loon Lake (Random House), which is part thriller, part odyssey set during the Great Depression and altogether strange.
Rasta Return: The last time we met Bob Marley, we were standing on the porch of an empty wooden house that had once been Marley's residence. The house was located in a section of Kingston, Jamaica, that looked like a tropical South Bronx. Marley was surrounded by several Rastafarian men who wore knitted wool caps in the noonday sun. In the frame of the doorway, just above where Marley stood, two bullet holes from a sniper's attempt on his life a year earlier had been left unpatched as a reminder of the cult violence and intrigue that surround his Rastafarian brethren. It was sweltering. The Rastafarian men were holding court on Jamaican politics, tribal warfare, reggae music, dope and God while they smoked corona-sized joints and it was difficult to sift through their version of the king's English. There was no shade anywhere. It was called a press conference.
Holiday Record Rack: Rockers up to and including your 40-year-old uncle should go rockin' round the Christmas tree if they find The Rolling Stones' Emotional Rescue (Rolling Stones) among the digital neckties and silk watches--it was probably the best rock LP of the year. The Kinks are another geriatric act still kicking out the jams, and their One for the Road (Arista) is a memorable documentary of their live show. The sound track from Urban Cowboy (Full Moon/Asylum) is its own self-contained AOR station with a Texas accent--perfect for any heartthrob who wears a cowboy hat. Misanthropic teenagers and other fans of the bitter and cynical will be delighted beneath their sneers by Elvis Costello's 20-tune Get Happy! (Columbia). For those so disaffected they've dyed their hair purple and taken to wearing trash bags, or are simply contemplating it, London Calling (Epic), by The Clash, is a double-disc blast from the best of England's so-called New Wave bands.
Elvis Costello's Taking Liberties (Columbia) is a collection of 20 B sides and previously unreleased esoterica that falls short of his other albums because it lacks a real killer, but Elvis is still the brightest rock songwriter to come along in years, so this is still worth the trip.
Newsbreaks: Newly released Government documents reveal that in the Sixties, the FBI maintained secret files on big-name rock stars such as Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, The Fugs and Janis Joplin. The documents, which, among other tilings, accused Morrison of pulling out "all stops in an effort to provoke chaos among a huge crowd of young people," were made available to Alternative Media magazine under provisions of the Freedom of Information Act.... Celebrity jeans are now being pitched by country stars from Willie Nelson to Mickey Gilley, from Loretta Lynn to Conway Twitty. Lawd, Lawd, what will Calvin Klein say about that? ... Elvis Lives On Department: You can buy photocopies of El's will, the Presley family cookbook, copies of bootlegged albums and our favorite in the bad-taste sweepstakes, I Called Him Babe, a book by Elvis' nurse, which includes a chapter titled Elvis on My Floor Again .... The original stage Production of Jesus Christ Superstar has ended its London run after 3357 performances. The show grossed more than $250,000,000 world-wide.... The legendary Abbey Road recording studio in London was the scene of a very special auction that the studio called the sale of the century. The most interesting item sold was the four-track tape recorder on which the Beatles recorded the Sgt. Pepper album.... Peter Townshend says he's going to publish a book of erotic stories, all based on dreams he's actually had.... Musicians United for Safe Energy (MUSE) reports it made more than $1,000,000 net profit from its concerts and the sales of a triple-disc album recorded at them. About half of that money has been invested in the film No Nukes, while the rest has been distributed to more than 250 local and national groups crusading for alternative energy sources. Subsequent profits from the movie will be turned over as well.... The three surviving members of The Doors decided to produce The Final Doors Complete Greatest Hits Album from tapes that are now more than ten years old. The record should be available right about now.
Count your fingers, using both hands, to tote up the likely Oscar nominations for Ordinary People (Paramount). Robert Redford, superstar, can take a very deep bow for his debut as a major movie director. There's no hint of amateurism in the way Redford has handled the film version of Judith Guest's best-selling novel. It's solid, deeply sensitive work from a sober screen adaptation by Alvin Sargent, with blue-ribbon performances throughout. I don't know where to begin praising the actors, so I'll start with Mary Tyler Moore, just about perfect in a thankless, bitchy but beautifully modulated role as an upper-middle-class country-club automaton, a Stepford wife and mother who can handle anything but real trouble. Moore's image as the perennial glad girl of TV sitcoms may never be the same, and good riddance. As her well-meaning Milquetoast husband, who eventually discovers his hidden strengths, Donald Sutherland is magnificent. So is young Tim Hutton (son of the late movie-TV star Jim Hutton) as their tortured, suicidal son who has tried to take his own life after a boating accident that killed his beloved only brother. Ordinary People is actually the story of one family's agonizing period of adjustment after the death of a loved one. They're well-heeled people in Lake Forest, Illinois, so comfortably off that not much could shake them--certainly not shake them so hard that their only surviving son, the swimming champ, would wind up with ugly razor scars on his wrists and have to see a psychiatrist (played forcefully by Judd Hirsch). Strong runners-up as a couple of girls the sick lad encounters are Dinah Manoff (Lee Grant's daughter and star of Neil Simon's I Ought to Be in Pictures) and pert Elizabeth McGovern (who subsequently snagged an important role in Milos Forman's Ragtime).
Idol Gossip: Shelley Duvall will star in and be associate producer of the film version of Tom Robbins' novel Even Cowgirls Get the Blues. Lensing is set to begin soon.... Word has it that Henry Winkler would like to star in a remake of the Fifties classic Champagne for Caesar and has commissioned a pair of writers to come up with a script. Ronald Colman starred in the original, which was about an unemployed genius who uses his vast knowledge to bankrupt a radio quiz show. Needless to say, the quiz program in the contemporary version will be on television.... Paramount, it seems, will be first to capitalize on the punk-rock craze with All Washed Up, the story of the rise and fall of a punk band. The perils of instant stardom will be examined in the film, directed by music entrepreneur Lou (Up in Smoke) Adler.It's due out in February and stars Diane Lane, Ray Winston and Cynthia Sykes. ... Ragtime continues to be the curiosity of the year, castingwise, anyway. Donald O'Connor, who hasn't made a movie since 1976, will play a vaudevillian song-and-dance man. I still say they should have picked Tony Curtis to play Houdini.... Tim Matheson and Michael Sacks star in H.O.G., a satire on the practice of medicine based on the novel The House of God by Dr. Samuel Shem. I'm told the film will do for medicine what Catch-22 did for the Army, but it sounds more as if H.O.G. will do for physicians what Hospital did for hospitals.... Murder and mayhem in a Florida fun house are the ingredients in Tobe (The Texas Chain Saw Massacre) Hooper's latest horror epic, The Funhouse. The flick features a cast of relative newcomers in leading roles. Hooper's films, most of them shoestring productions, have achieved cult status among horror-film buffs.
Response to my recent columns (September and October, 1980) about travel agents who did not necessarily provide travelers with flawless service was as swift as it was predictable. I expected emotional reaction to my findings, so the letter that began "Welcome to the club of irresponsible news-media reporting" (from a Northglenn, Colorado, agency president) was no great shocker. Less expected (and surely more welcome) was the note from the travel-agency owner in West Bloomfield, Michigan, who willingly conceded that "it was hard for me to believe the unsatisfactory results you received from six different travel agencies.... However, your article convinced me."
Would you settle a debate I'm having with my wife? She gets upset whenever I girl-watch. I say that is man's nature, that we are turned on by visual eroticism. When I ask her if she gets turned on by erotic movies, or looking at Playboy, or watching men in the street, she says no, that women usually respond to touches, not glances. This can sometimes become a source of friction: For instance, I can be turned on just watching her read a book. When I approach her, she gets upset, not seeming to realize that what she is doing could be considered sexy by an observer. For her, it's just reading. She seems to respond only to close-quarter cuddling. Is there a reason for this difference? Is it permanent?--E. C., Boston, Massachusetts.
You've got to give the CIA credit. The scandals exposed by Seymour Hersh in The New York Times in 1974--1975 have fast faded from memory. The old CIA--the one that lied to the Warren Commission, dosed unconsenting people with LSD, plotted political assassinations and ran unannounced little wars here and there--is twitching its eyelids, popping the leather straps and coming back to life. Almost nobody is noticing.
<p>To describe the turbulent history of the Beatles, or the musical and cultural mileposts charted by John Lennon, would be an exercise in the obvious. Much of the world knows that Lennon was the guiding spirit of the Beatles, who were themselves among the most popular and profound influences of the Sixties, before breaking up bitterly in 1970. Some fans blamed the breakup on Yoko Ono, Lennon's Japanese-born second wife, who was said to have wielded a disproportionate influence over Lennon, and with whom he has collaborated throughout the Seventies. In 1975, the Lennons became unavailable to the press, and though much speculation has been printed, they emerged to dispel the rumors--and to cut a new album--only a couple of months ago. The Lennons decided to speak with Playboy in the longest interview they have ever granted. Free-lance writer David Sheff was tapped for the assignment, and when he and a Playboy editor met with Ono to discuss ground rules, she came on strong: Responding to a reference to other notables who had been interviewed in Playboy, Ono said, "People like Carter represent only their country. John and I represent the world." But by the time the interview was concluded several weeks later, Ono had joined the project with enthusiasm. Here is Sheff's report:</p>
On the morning of December 19, 1978, a small group of men and women representing various factions within the disorganized, radical far-right wing of American politics met in the Washington, D.C., metropolitan area with representatives of America's right-wing religious fundamentalists.
A prominent hero of the "old" right, who had had an encounter with some members of what is called the New Right, acknowledged what he judged to be their good qualities--conviction, hard work and determination--then added, "But if they disagree with you one bit, you're a no-good s.o.b."
When Caveman comes to the large screen sometime this spring, art will not be imitating life. In the movie, "a knockout prehistoric comedy," if we're to believe what publicists write, gorgeous Barbara Bach fails to get her man. He's a small, smart caveman named Atouk, played by former Beatle Ringo Starr. He understands things, Barbara explains: "Like the wheel, food, even relationships ... love, and walking upright. Atouk only has eyes for Lana, the part I play. But I'm the bitch. At the end, the girl from the cave next door wins out. I get thrown into the dinosaur dung."
"Coaching? Gosh, you can do it in a jillion ways," says Oail A. "Bum" Phillips, head coach of the Houston Oilers. "Coaching is the only profession that six or seven people can be right about, and they're all opposites."
We sent five noted designers back to their drawing boards to come up with projections of the direction menswear will be taking in the year ahead. And judging from what we received, it's a solid bet that the period of fashion neoclassicism we've just enjoyed is rapidly being replaced by a more adventuresome creative spirit. As the American Look continues to gain in popularity abroad, designers here seem to have gained new confidence and maturity that bodes well for tomorrow's male wardrobes.
Cognac is said to be the most familiar French word. It is also one of the least understood. Popular notions of what cognac might be range from a cunning Gallic aphrodisiac to a chic synonym for brandy. Since it's distilled from wine, cognac is brandy, but of a vastly different pedigree--and vive la différence. All the brandy that may legally be labeled cognac comes from a tiny sector of France roughly one fourth the size (continued on page 228) Cognac (continued from page 149) of Rhode Island called the Charente and Charente-Maritime départements. Cognac sits squarely in the center and lends its name to the celebrated brandy of the region. There's no mistaking this place--you'd know you were there even blindfolded. The subtle, seductive arôme du cognac enfolds it like a benevolent aura, and aroma is what cognac'sall about. One's first awareness of cognac, any cognac, is of the heady bouquet. You don't drink the stuff so much as breathe it. In fact, passionate cognacophiles can tease a prime sample for a half hour or more--swirling and sniffing, patiently probing for shy nuances, cajoling the regal spirit into surrendering its innermost depths of perfume before, finally, imbibing the lambent elixir.
A few years ago, when I wrote Power! How to Get It, How to Use It, I acquired brief gurudom by suggesting a number of ways in which ambitious men could make their way to the top by observing how the top dogs placed their desks, wore their clothes and carried into every phase of life a concern for the power style.
California health fanatics, Karen keeps in shape with a standard balanced diet (hold the bean sprouts), plus lots of athletic involvement. At the ripe old age of 12, she was introduced to the rigorous sport of gymnastics and took to it immediately. At the time, her father--who is now a drummer for Rich Little and has played with such greats as Oscar Peterson and Stan Kenton--wanted young Karen to be a musician, too. She diligently practiced her scales but soon found that while two hours at the piano were almost unbearable, spending four or five hours at the balance beam was a snap. After winning first prize in several local competitions, Karen became a teacher of gymnastics--and developed an interest in acrobatics as well. (Gymnastics is an individual sport; acrobatics involves two or more people.) Karen loves children; since she was 15, she has been coaching youngsters in her sport, and recently she tutored a 14-year-old in reading and writing. She also has a definite soft spot for stray animals. When we met her, she had just adopted a baby squirrel, which she named J.R. (after her boyfriend, not Larry Hagman).
Having been informed after a regular medical examination that he was virtually certain to die within 24 hours from a rare and obscure disease, the doomed man rushed home, told his wife and proceeded to make love to her as often as he could manage until late into the night. He finally fell asleep, but then awoke, fondled his spouse awake and pleaded, "Louise, I want to make love to you one last time!"
It started almost imperceptibly in September, gained strength in October and, buoyed by the national election results, moved confidently into the winter. Its growth should level off a bit with the worst of the weather, but as the landscape greens and flowers with spring, it will gather momentum again and burst into summer a full-blown phenomenon. The Great Comeback for America's automobile industry is under way. Many potential new-car buyers have been putting off that all-important purchase, uncertain about gas prices and availability, worried about the country's economy and foreign entanglements, shocked by the high cost of both finance money and the new cars themselves. Some have been waiting for new, better and more fuel-efficient autos or for renewed supplies of already-popular smaller ones. Many have been stuck with older, gas-guzzling big cars, unable to sell or trade them at decent prices. And some have been either out of work or afraid they might be. But things are looking up now, and people have more confidence. Tired of maintaining aging clunkers and hungry for the higher-fuel-economy promise of the new cars, America is in a buying mood once again. Only, what to buy? For most people, purchasing a new automobile represents a larger and more important investment than ever before. Barraged by seductive advertising claims, many are confused. Should they buy foreign or domestic? How small is big enough? What about diesels and turbochargers and other new exotica? How much does "fuel efficiency" cost, and what must be sacrificed to get it? You want this next new car to last and satisfy you for a long, long time. Obviously, it should be reliable, durable and as trouble-free as a complex, sophisticated piece of machinery can be. Equally important, it should not be one you'll grow tired of before you're halfway through the payment book. Big or small, practical or flamboyant, economical or luxurious, it should complement your personality as well as suit your needs and comfortably accommodate your body. It should make you feel good, soothe the pain and enhance the enjoyment of driving, and stand proud in your driveway for years to come. Responding to the import challenge, Detroit is harvesting a crop of exciting new entries that are its best-built and most fuel-efficient in history. We count 12 all-new domestic models that either came to market this fall or are about to in April and May; half of them are small economy cars, the others a pair of small sports models, two intermediate sedans, one luxury coupe and one four-wheel-drive. All are crucially important to their makers. Not to be upstaged, the import forces from Europe and Japan come to bat with no fewer than ten (at last count) important new entries with a similar mix of types. To help with that all-important decision, here is what's new and exciting for 1981, along with our personal picks of the pack. American Cars: Detroit's counterattack gains force and credibility with the recent introduction of two remarkably efficient new series of cars. Ford's Erika (Escort and Lynx), a true World Car that will be built in similar form in Europe and eventually in Australia, South America and other parts of the world where the company has manufacturing facilities, goes head to head against the smaller imports. Chrysler's K-car (Reliant and Aries) competes in the newly defined mid-size category against G.M.'s popular X-cars, Ford's Fairmont and Zephyr and a whole raft of foreign models. Both are powered through their front wheels by all-new, transversely mounted four-cylinder engines, and both set new standards of interior efficiency for their modest exterior sizes. Although the Escort/Lynx (three-door hatchbacks and five-door wagons) are about the same over-all size as the subcompact Pinto and Bobcat they replace, their interior spaciousness earns a place on the Environmental Protection Agency's list of "compact" cars for fuel-economy ratings. The Reliant/Aries (in two-door, four-door and wagon forms), though considerably smaller and lighter than the compact Volare and Aspen they replace, are EPA-rated as mid-size. And both sit comfortably at the very top of those lists, the Escort/Lynx earning an impressive 30-miles-per-gallon EPA city rating and the larger K-car coming in at an eye-opening 25 mpg.
The movie Flash Gordon, as conceived by cinemogul Dino de Laurentiis, is pure comic strip (see Bruce Williamson's review elsewhere in this issue). Many of the durable characters from Alex Raymond's classic strip, created in 1934 and still read by an estimated 40,000,000 people daily, appear in the movie version, a Christmas-season release from Universal. "Barbarella, which I did in 1965, was in some ways the first space movie," De Laurentiis told Playboy. "I've wanted to do Flash ever since, and I finally bought the rights in 1976. My idea was to do Flash exactly like Raymond's strip: less real than Star Wars and the other space epics, more pure fantasy in the old cartoon style." In that, he has succeeded.
Just the mention of Mexico stirs some reflexive responses, varying from visions of mariachis strumming softly in the moonlight to memories of intense stomach pains undiminished even by carloads of Lomotil. But enchanting music and gastrointestinal ills aside, I suspect that the most pervasive tourist image of Mexico nowadays includes a high-rise hotel set beside a newly constructed seaside town. That is understandable, since Mexico seems coveted most for the constancy of its fine weather and few travelers heading south of the border realize there's much more to the country than a first-class tan.
It was back in the mid-Fifties that Hank Thompson, the immortal country-and-western singer-songwriter, wrote the tune Wild Side of Life, which includes the line "I didn't know God made honky-tonk angels." Well, until a few months ago, we were operating under the same delusion. Since then, we've made a few discoveries. One, country music is now the hottest category in the music business. Two, the basic honky-tonk has grown into a rip-roaring, coast-to-coast, pleasure-palace phenomenon. And, three, there are more beautiful women per square (text concluded on page 318)Honky-Tonk Angels(continued from page 191) inch in these country palaces than there are fleas on a pack of hound dogs. For the uninitiated, that's a lot of beautiful women.
Donna summer is concerned about rent control. Pink Floyd gets a sinking feeling following every maritime disaster. Peter Frampton is checking attendance at soccer games. And Seals and Crofts are keeping a close eye on the Costa Rican coffee market.
Caution: This portion of the magazine may result in an overload of the sensual circuits. And you can see why. We kicked off the Eighties by introducing you to 12 of the most beautiful women who ever ventured within camera range. Here's your opportunity to get reacquainted and to witness the high standards we've established for the decade to come. Our 1980 gatefold girls have taken time out to tell us where they've been and where they're going, both literally and figuratively. One answer is the same for all--they're heading for the end of the rainbow. You are, too: Just take a look through this prism and you'll experience some primary pleasure.
Once a year, we honor those who produce the most remarkable examples of what this magazine is all about: great articles, fiction, art and photography. In our not-too-humble opinion, selecting the annual award winners amounts to looking for the best of the best, the sterling of the silver. It's not a simple task: Back issues are reread, galleys for forthcoming articles are passed around; and artwork, cartoons and photographs are ruthlessly scrutinized for style and perfection. Everyone's relieved, of course, when it's all over, but it's a good sort of fatigue, because the end result is a double dollop of praise--both financial and ego-boosting--to a lot of deserving people. The monetary award is a $1000 hedge against inflation--and after that's gone, there's also an award medallion to look at, perhaps as an inspiration for the next year's assignments. Our warmest congratulations to all and sincere thanks for a job well done.
The evil space scientist, Zonkumu has long lusted after our lovely asstronaut heroine! And now at last, he has perfected the ultimate tool of seduction....Help! Marie!A telemetric Titillator!--a humping homing device!
A little more than six years ago, an unknown Swedish group called ABBA swept to the top of the international charts with a tune called Waterloo. By 1978, the quartet had sold more than 50,000,000 records, outpacing every other group, including the Beatles.
More than 4,000,000 Americans cross-country ski, a figure expected to double by 1990. Stymied summer jocks who don't want to forsake fresh-air exercise in winter have gone Nordic, as have ambitious downhillers who have tired of shelling out big bucks for lift tickets.
This is not a group of randomly chosen photographs. A subtle arrangement is at work. In this visual version of tic-tac-toe conceived by Don Wright of Games, each element of each row--horizontal, vertical and diagonal--is linked by a common theme or characteristic. For example, if the top right square showed Red Foxx, the top center square showed a map of the Red Sea and the top left square showed a Boston Red Sox player, the answer to that row would be "Red." There are eight rows altogether and each theme is different. Can you find them all? (Faithful Playboy readers may have a head start.)
Compliments of the house, ladies. Oh, my whose little bunny are you?Wouldn't you like to know, bitch.Can I take wanda backstage? sure! after you introduce the dancers! first, stand back. They've opened the flood-gates--
When the New Year's Eve party is over and Auld Lang Syne has faded away, the one resolution that seems to get broken the quickest is that eternal lament: "This year, I've got to get organized!" To aid you in getting your act together, a number of companies are producing leather-covered diaries, agendas and address books that are so rich and supple you'll find it's hard to keep your hands off them. Sure, these desktop organizers are expensive, but since most are refillable, the investment is a lifetime one--and your day-to-day doings take on a new importance when they're jotted down on gilt-edged paper. Board meeting at two o'clock; Ferrari test at five; cocktails at eight. Don't just sit there, Mr. Big Shot--write on!
Ever since the first cave lady came in from the cold and talked her man into a bearskin for her bare skin, fur has been the ultimate hide for the fair sex to seek. Guys, on the other hand, seemed to go more for tanned-leather outerwear. In fact, just a few years ago, if a gentleman sallied forth in a fur coat, he was considered something of a sissy. We're happy to announce that that Neanderthal mentality has changed and that male outerwear, today, is definitely hair apparent. Fur is being used as a nifty trim for polished-leather and tweed jackets, as well as for a warm lining in a full-length coat. Lapels that once were covered with cloth now boast a sheared shawl collar that keeps snow from melting down your neck. Naturally, because of its cost, a fur coat should be considered an investment to be worn for at least several seasons. And style should also be taken into consideration; you'll want the look you select to withstand the vicissitudes of fashion. (If you suspect you're buying a furry fad--forget it.) Proper care, of course, is a must. Have your coat cleaned once a year and put it in storage during the summer to keep the pelts from drying out. If you treat it right, a fur coat can be a thing of beauty almost forever--or at least until you're ready for another one.
Because Marvin Hamlisch's all-media room was such a popular feature last September in the Playboy Guide to Electronic Entertainment--the first in our brand-new series of lifestyle publications--we decided a more detailed look at the quintessential work/playroom created for Hamlisch by designer Robert Martin was in order. Obviously, for Oscar-winning composer Hamlisch, work centers on the piano. The tool of his trade is hooked up to the audio system recessed in the room's acoustically terrific walls, which are covered with an unusual combination of lacquered fluted wall paneling and gauze-covered paper. (The audio system, as you can imagine, includes a full complement of stereo goodies--plus a video recorder.) Hamlisch's three Oscars overlook the video-viewing module, with its plush seating area and coffee-table control console. Here you can settle back and watch movies on a screen that drops down from the ceiling to cover a window (the projector is housed out of sight in a rear booth) or check out what's showing on the giant-sized TV screen. With luck, you'll be treated to a perfect demonstration of the media room's true potential-- hearing Hamlisch's music while watching the film for which it was composed. By the way, if you did miss our Guide to Electronic Entertainment, you can order a copy for $2.50 by writing to Playboy Guides, Suite 12, 919 North Michigan Avenue, Chicago, Illinois 60611. We think it's one of the best buys in town.