Summertime, and the living is just the way we like it. The sight and scent of scantily clad hard bodies on beaches from Malibu to Maine... the crack of bat against ball... the roar and gasp of the watching crowd ... and somewhere in a cool apartment high above a twilit city, the tinkle of ice in a glass and the soft rustle of--But enough, you cry, play on!
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Plenty of struggling artists dream of living John Lurie's life: As saxophonist and bandleader of the Lounge Lizards, he is known as a musician's musician. He also co-stars in Down by Law--Jim Jarmusch's ultracool movie--and owns a famously hip collection of vintage clothing. But, for Lurie, being a cult figure is not enough. He aspires to joining the ranks of such mail-order giants as, say, K-Tel Records and Ronco. That's why he's airing his own commercials on late-night TV, urging viewers to dial 800-44-Chunk and buy his new album, Voice of Chunk (not available in stores).
Recorded with his blistering jazz-R&B-funk-rap-reggae-Gospel trio the Jamaica Boys, bassist Marcus Miller can currently be heard on the new LP "J-Boys." Actually, that's bassist-song-writer-producer--musical director Marcus Miller: The man may well be the king of musical hyphenates. He has worked with practically everyone--from David Sanborn to Miles Davis. Miller recently heard a 19-year-old, Roy Hargrove, who may be a future trumpet deity.
King Bee Department: Sting is back in the studio, playing bass with a trio on an album to be released by the end of the summer. His idea for the perfect album title? Dream of the Ninja Turtles. Awesome, right? Like, totally.
There are a few good reasons to see After Dark, My Sweet (Avenue), an otherwise so-so thriller adapted from a novel by the late Jim Thompson, whose nihilistic epics seem to enthrall moviemakers (his books are the source for at least three other imminent American films). After Dark's main attraction is Rachel Ward, wired and constantly watchable as a tantalizing, alcoholic widow who needs money and gets involved with the wrong guys in a misbegotten kidnap caper. Her first partner is a local known as Uncle Bud (Bruce Dern), her second a former prize fighter (Jason Patric, son of actor-playwright Jason Miller) she picks up in a bar. A guy who has been in the loony bin and drifts from crisis to crisis, the punch-drunk boxer is well played by Patric, with plenty of Brandoesque brooding. But Patric's pug delivers too much first-person narration, which is meant to clarify After Dark, My Sweet and instead just adds to the muddle. Director James Foley gives the proceedings a sunny Palm Beach sheen that belies the title and doesn't make Thompson's wicked, wicked world ring true. The ace performers on hand deserve better. [rating]2 bunnies[/rating]
As far as he knows, Tony Goldwyn, at 30, is the only actor around who's the grandson of a major movie tycoon. Samuel Goldwyn, Jr., his father, heads his own movie company, where Tony has never worked. "Independence was stressed in my family. When I was growing up, my parents just didn't want us immersed in the whole Hollywood thing." For Tony, that legacy included his maternal grandfather, play-wright Sidney Howard, who wrote They Knew What They Wanted (and won a posthumous Oscar for the screenplay of Gone with the Wind). When he did opt for stage and film, his mother, an actress, was "very encouraging. My father was supportive, too, but terrified. This is a tough business." This summer, Tony has what he calls "my best job in the movies so far," with Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore in Ghost. "My relationship with Demi, who plays Swayze's girlfriend before he dies, gets very complicated." He also played the heroine's brother in Gaby, had top TV guest roles in Murphy Brown and L.A. Law, among others, and debuted on Broadway in The Real Thing. Married to production designer Jane Musky and a new father, Tony lives in New Jersey, where he's less likely to be asked, Are you related...? "I call it The Question, and it was tough for a while. But I'm proud of my name and made a conscious decision to keep it." His favorite of all those legendary language-mangling Sam Gold-wynisms: "A verbal contract isn't worth the paper it's written on." Tony laughs. "That's a lesson I keep having to learn."
Although Adam Ant may be best known as a Brit rocker, he has actually been starring in movies since 1978's punk fantasy Jubilee, in which Queen Elizabeth I is transported to the present. Lately, Ant has been double-teaming movies and records, starring in such films as Slam Dance with Tom Hulce and this year releasing a new album, Manners & Physique. When choosing fodder for his VCR, Ant looks for the masters in any genre. "I love theater-trained British actors such as Terence Stamp and Gary Oldman. I also adore Arnold Schwarzenegger in things like The Terminator, for his terrific sense of humor." Bodies beautiful such as Arnold, Ant claims, often get dismissed, "as if somehow one can't possibly be good-looking and talented. Elizabeth Taylor is one of the most underrated actresses ever: Think of her and Montgomery Clift in A Place in the Sun!"
Mo' Slo-Mo: The N.F.L. might have to put a time limit on instant replays, but with the Panasonic High-Tech-4 VHS VCR (Model PV-4070), you can go to the tape to your heart's content--thanks to a double-fine slow-motion feature. Was he in or out? You make the call.
Most Macho Cooking Vid Title:Eat This;Least Appealing Nature Vid:City Wildlife: Mice, Rats & Roaches;Favorite Video Comeback:G.I. Joe: The Movie;Most Interesting Video Pastime:Breastfeeding for the Joy of It;Best It's-a-Dog's-World Video:Gundogs & Ringnecks: Pointing, Flushing, Retrieving;Least Subtle Exercise Video:Off Your Duff;Best Thrill-a-Minute Video:To Cook a Duck;Best It's-a-Living Video:Blacksmithing.
Recently, I was asked the difficult question of whom I hated the most--the inside trader who steals a billion dollars but spends only a year getting a suntan in a country-club prison and then lives happily ever after or the slow-playing golfer.
According to certain scholars, there is evidence that Albert Einstein's first wife was actually the genius. "My point is to say that the king had no clothes," Dr. Evan Harris Walker is quoted as saying about his research into the subject.
Never have I seen a problem like mine discussed in The Playboy Advisor. I have a terrific boyfriend whom I've been seeing for a couple of months; sex so far has been pretty damned good but rather sporadic. Initially, we both opted for using a condom. He had previously been careless at times and was worried about giving me a sexually transmitted disease. He went to his doctor, who gave him a clean bill of health, and I, too, checked out. Since we had both agreed to see no one but each other, we talked about birth control and decided that I would switch to the pill and we would set the condoms aside. But, lo and behold, when it came time to make love without them, he felt so uncomfortable he couldn't proceed. We talked about it (our communication is great), but he was at a loss for an explanation. When I suggested that perhaps it was too intimate for him after using condoms all this time, he seemed sort of surprised but agreed that that might be part of it. I don't get it--he constantly tells me how crazy he is about me and how long he has searched for someone like me, but this is too intimate? Help!--Miss A. J., New Brunswick, New Jersey.
Maybe you've seen the Government's figure: Drug abuse costs us 33 billion dollars annually in lost productivity. Pretty sinister, eh? But a new study says there is an even more imposing threat to the workplace: marriage.
In the schools now, they want them to know all about marijuana, crack, heroin and amphetamines,Because then they won't be interested in marijuana, crack, heroin and amphetamines,But they don't want to tell them about sex, because if the schools tell them about sex, then they will be interested in sex,But if the schools don't tell them anything about sex,Then they will have high morals, and no one will get pregnant, and everything will be all right,And they do want them to know a lot about computers so they will outcompute the Japanese,But they don't want them to know anything about real science, because then they will lose their faith and become secular humanists,And they do want them to know all about this great land of ours so they will be patriotic,But they don't want them to learn about the tragedy and pain in its real history, because then they will be critical about this great land of ours, and we will be passively taken over by a foreign power,And they want them to learn how to think for themselves so they can get good jobs and be successful,But they don't want them to have books that confront them with real ideas, because that will confuse their values,And they'd like them to be good parents,But they can't teach them about families, because that takes them back to how you get to be a family, And they want to warn them about how not to get AIDS,But that would mean telling them how not to get AIDS,And they'd like them to know the Constitution,But they don't like some of those amendments, except when they are invoked by the people they agree with,And they'd like them to vote,But they don't want them to discuss current events, because it might be controversial and upset them and make them want to take drugs, which they already have told them all about,And they want to teach them the importance of morality,But they also want them to learn that Winning is not everything--it is the Only Thing, And they want them to be well read,But they don't want them to read Chaucer or Shakespeare or Aristophanes or Mark Twain or Ernest Hemingway or John Steinbeck, because that will corrupt them,And they don't want them to know anything about art, because that will make them weird,But they do want them to know about music so they can march in the band,And they mainly want to teach them not to question, not to challenge, not to imagine but to be obedient and behave well so that they can hold them forever as children to their bosom as the second millennium Iurches toward its panicky close.
Right-to-Life organizations recently urged followers to boycott 11 environmental and wildlife groups. Why? Because groups such as the Sierra Club, Friends of the Earth and the National Audubon Society advocate family planning to slow world population growth. Gee, maybe this explains why only 20,000,000 people turned out for Earth Day.
Asked if he thought sex was dirty, Woody Allen replied, "It is if you're doing it right." Apparently, the citizens of Cincinnati agree, having decreed that no depictions of erotic passion shall be allowed to disturb the moral equilibrium and civic serenity of Tehran-on-the-Ohio.
I admit it, I betrayed the green revolution. Bette Midler, lying in the hospital, playing mother earth in the prime-time TV extravaganza, had made me feel pretty bad about spoiling the air with rapid acceleration. The very next morning, I was stuck in traffic for an hour on the San Diego Freeway. When I finally saw daylight, my foot hit that gas pedal as hard and fast as it could. Varoom ... it felt good. Then the traffic and the guilt closed in again.
Alphonse--called Fonse by everybody but his wife--Turnipseed, dressed in a JC Penney suit that was green and too tight, stood directly behind his son, Motor, who had both of his elbows on the registration desk, one on either side of the form he was filling out. From time to time, he briefly touched the point of the ballpoint pen to the tip of his tongue as he wrote.
She made her modeling debut at the age of ten in a tykes' underwear ad. By her teens, she had landed a feature role in the movie of the decade--the lips you see here provided the young hero's first kiss in E.T. Last year, she made her Playboy debut as a cover girl, then sizzled our centerfold as Miss July. And now, at the ripe young age of 20, Erika Eleniak is hotter than ever. "I guess I grew up fast," says the star of NBC's beachin' lifeguard series Baywatch. The show's fast and, if not necessarily loose, certainly suggestive enough to keep millions of viewers glued to their sets every Friday, hoping to see if Erika's bathing suit shrinks when wet. Baywatch has been called NBC's contribution to TV T and A--a show that uses life-and-death drama as a pretext for plots that put its heroine in (A) danger and (B) tight swimsuits. "We don't exploit anyone's body," producer Doug Schwartz told Rolling Stone, which called its piece on the show "Babe Watch." Said Erika, "Look at our bathing suits. We could have gotten really radical, but those are regulation suits." What went unexplained was the crux of the matter: Whether she wears a teeny bikini, a regulation lifeguard suit or a suit of armor, California girl Erika can't help looking radical. And, of course, she fully intends to move on from her role as Shauni McLain on Baywatch to more challenging parts, though she sees no need to apologize, for playing a pretty girl on TV. After all, she owes a debt to the medium; Erika learned how to kiss by watching TV. One time, she was watching The Brady Bunch and saw Bobby getting kissed. "And skyrockets went off," she says. Young Erika tried it. "I kissed this guy and I swear, there were skyrockets." She brings that same sense of purpose to her current work. "People have no idea what it takes to be a lifeguard," she says. "It's also important to show how women deal with the job." Baywatch, she says, "is like St. Elsewhere on the beach." For now, she's delighted to be playing Shauni McLain. As for what the future holds, she has no insider's info. "But I don't want to be under anybody's thumb," says Erika. "I want to do my work, be in charge of my own life and just be a good person." Sounds like the perfect formula to us, Erika.
The Lieutenant spoke little English, but in his struggle to make himself understood to those American journalists in his charge, there were flashes of what might be described as poetry. This morning, while leading a dozen of us through the wreckage of the week's fifth explosion, he stopped abruptly and pointed to a large depression in the plaza directly in front of the security-police headquarters. "The wound," he announced uncertainly, and marched ahead. A moment later, we were pressed against a makeshift barricade, gazing into the remains of a street where narcotraficantes had detonated 1100 pounds of dynamite at the peak of the morning rush.
You say you're bored with those dull solid-white dress shirts? Good news. Printed sport shirts in colors as rich as an English autumn are this fall's brightest fashion picks. The fabrics--including brushed cotton, silk and wool blends and even small-wale corduroy--are soft and supple yet still durable. Look for oversized, abstract patterns in the earthy, understated hues of an ancient tapestry. Some resemble blown-up tie prints with exploded paisleys or huge subtle florals; others are more realistic. Thanks to their colorations, all these shirts have a classic old-world quality; their appeal won't fade. And remember, these shirts are designed to be seen. Wear them with an open sports jacket and the right tie, not under a crew-neck sweater.
Go Figure. The girl spends her entire life growing up in Lexington--the fertile crescent of the U.S. Thoroughbred horse market. Her father is in the horse business. Her boyfriend is in the horse business. She has been riding since she was three years old. Naturally, Melissa Evridge will embark on an equestrian career. Whoa, there. Wait just a Kentucky minute. Miss August has opted out of the family enterprise and has decided that if anyone belongs in the winner's circle, she does. Luckily for us. Life seems to be a series of exciting choices for Missy Evridge. After she appeared in Playboy's Girls of the Southeastern Conference last October, things started happening to this small-town girl with big-city dreams. All of a sudden, she had to decide whether or not to leave school, move to New York or Los Angeles and continue her modeling career or even take the plunge into acting. "Being in Playboy really had an impact on my life. It made me sort of a minicelebrity here in Lexington," she says now. "Of course, some people here weren't as pleased with it as I was." She was invited to leave the bank where she was working at the time but now, looking back philosophically, declares, "It was probably for the best. I've decided to devote all my time to finishing my schooling. That's very important to me. Eventually, I'd love to model and act and still have Lexington as my home base," Missy says with a determined look on her face. "I did live in New York for a while but didn't like it much. Lexington is really a small town. Everyone seems so interconnected. It makes it feel like family, and I like that feeling. Plus, there's more for me to accomplish here in my own back yard." She's not just saying that, either. Melissa is a card-carrying member of Greenpeace and more than a bit concerned about the environment. "Watch me. When I go places, I'm always picking up other people's litter. It makes me so mad that we're trashing the places we live in. Everybody can make a difference. I'd just like to make people more aware of their space."
A prominent East Coast socialite sat her daughter down for a talk before the debutante ball. "Darling," she advised, "you must be careful of certain lecherous young men. They will offer you martinis and before you know it, they'll push you onto a couch and ... well, our family will be disgraced."
Jerry Seinfeld is one happy standup comic. In front of him, filling the cavernous Bren Events Center at the University of California at Irvine, are 1746 people who have paid to see Seinfeld and only Seinfeld. That's a lot of people for a stand-up comic--more, for instance, than Bob Hope drew when he played Irvine--and it's doubly impressive when you consider that this is a Sunday in the middle of a three-day holiday weekend when most sensible students are off skiing or getting their laundry done at Mom's.
Ok, tough guys. Tracy's on the two-way wrist radio with news about the hottest clothes to hit the fashion scene since Moon Maid touched down in her knee-high white go-go boots. The Dick Tracy style, featuring a sleuth type of fedora, a detective-cut trench coat and a crisp double-breasted three-piece suit--sans jazzy comic-strip colors, of course--makes a mighty sharp fashion statement while dressing you up in some very wearable clothing. You can complete the crime-stopper look with a silk striped rep tie and a straight-collar shirt. The gat is optional. Coming on the heels of the just-released Disney film Dick Tracy, directed by and starring Warren Beatty, the Tracy look is sure to make felons swear and ladies swoon. It's arresting.
The Rise: "I would not want my children taught or influenced by gay people," announced the three-term Congressman from Maryland. Robert Bauman, a devout Catholic, a family man with an adoring wife and four kids and a reputation as a crusading archconservative, fortified his words with action--as a prominent backer of the Family Protection Act, which sanctioned, among other things, the exclusion of gays from jobs and housing. Bauman also voted twice to bar gays from using Federal legal-aid money to battle discrimination. So solid were his antigay credentials that the Baltimore Evening Sun actually called him a "fag basher" in an editorial.
If you haven't walked through a TV showroom lately, your mental picture may need adjusting. First, touch the buttons marked Lots Bigger, Much Brighter and Far Sharper. Then turn up the sound. Not the old volume control; forget that. We're talking high-powered, bass-anchored, digital surround sound. The thunder of jet engines swells behind you. It's Top Gun coming in low, headed straight for that bobbing carrier.
Everybody in baseball says the same three things about Whitey Herzog: He's the best manager in baseball or else the first name mentioned on a very short list. He's the most abrasively self-confident and outspoken executive in the sport. And, whether he's in the middle of a controversy or a pennant race, he seems to have a better time than everybody else.
Canada. For most men, the mere mention of the place conjures up images of ice fishing, lean bacon and safe haven from military service. But for those of us who have done time in the Great White North--guys with chilling tales of hypothermia and confusing metric conversions--Canada means just one thing: women!
It was in the fall of 1986 that "Saturday Night Live" viewers first encountered the Church Lady, that frumpy Satanphobe who regularly pillaged celebrity guests with her dismissive utterance, "Isn't that special?" and who performed a peculiar terpsichoreal rite dubbed the superior dance. The lady in question was no lady at all but boyish funnyman Dana Carvey, whose turns in drag contributed to a resurrection in ratings for a show many had consigned to perdition.
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We're all familiar with the warm-up suit--that perfect outfit for a Sunday-morning jog to the corner to get the newspaper. It's athletic yet flattering, trim yet comfy. How could designers possibly improve on such a good thing? Easy. They've come up with the cool-down suit, the warm-up suit's flashy cousin. The cool-down-suit look is lighter and brighter and just a little dressier, with water-repellent Microft and soft crinkled nylon the two top choices for taking it slow after a tough workout or picking up speed on the way to a weekend brunch. Color accents are in bold graphics and exciting pattern combinations. Either way, cool-down suits are red-hot. How cooled down can you get? Join the team and find out.