Although Aids has frightened and divided us like no other disease in modern history, our desire for intimacy--for deep, satisfying sex--has never waned. That steadfastness inspired photographer Michel Comte to devote nearly a year to the photo essay Safe Sex, Great Sex. The portfolio has a twofold purpose: to celebrate life's greatest pleasure and to raise funds to fight AIDS. By publishing the photo collection and donating $100,000 in its name to the American Foundation for AIDS Research, we at Playboy support Comte's mission and continue our commitment to the battle against the disease.
Playboy, (ISSN 0032-1476), March 1994, Volume 41, Number 3, Published Monthly by Playboy, 680 North Lake Shore Drive, Chicago, Illinois 60611, Subscriptions: $29.97 for 12 Issues, U.S. Canada, $43.97 for 12 Issues. All Other Foriegn, $45 U.S Currency only for new and renewal orders and change of Address. Send To Playboy Subscriptions, P.O. Box 2007, Harlan, Iowa 51537-4007. Please allow 6-8 weeks for Processing, for Change of Address, send new and old address and allow 45 days for change. Postmaster: send form 3579 to Playboy, P.O. Box 2007. Harlan, Iowa 51537-4007.Advertising: New York: 730 Fifth Avenue, New York 10019. Chicago: 680 North Lake Shore Drive, Chicago 60611. West Coast: 9242 Beverly Boulevard, Beverly Hills, CA 90210: Metropolitan, Publishers Representatives, Inc: Atlanta: 3017 Piedmont Road Ne, Suit 100, Atlanta, Ga 30305; Miami: 2500 South Dixie Highway, Miami, FL 33133; Tampa: 3016 Mason Place, Tampa. FL 33628.
Steven Spielberg, a box--office miracle worker who has cornered the youth market with everything from Jaws to Jurassic Park, grows up as a director with Schindler's List (Universal). Liam Neeson portrays Oskar Schindler, the high--living German tycoon whose hunger for huge profits is ultimately displaced by his humanity. The real-life Schindler rescued some 1300 Polish Jews bound for Nazi death camps by employing them as factory workers, and inspired a novel by Thomas Keneally. Spielberg's meticulous re--creation of the time and place is filmmaking on a grand scale. Neeson brings bravado to the main role without trying to win audience sympathy. Ralph Fiennes, in a showy performance laced with venom, is fiendish as Goeth--the cruel camp commandant who beats his Jewish housemaid-mistress (Embeth Davidtz) and tries to intimidate Schindler's Jewish aide (Ben Kingsley). While decades of documentation make some of it look painfully familiar, can Spielberg's List be dismissed as a litany of lessons the world has long since learned? Hardly. Vivid black--and--white photography brings newsreel impact to a stirring personal drama that looks all too relevant in a new era of hate, skinhead assaults and ethnic cleansing. [rating]4 bunnies[/rating]
He paused in New York to loop dialogue for The Stand, a TV series based on Stephen King's novel. "I'm the devil's assistant--type-casting," says Miguel Ferrer, headed home to Los Angeles from Budapest after shooting Royce, a Showtime special, with co-star Jim Belushi. Until recently, when he landed a leading role in The Harvest, about a writer getting his lumps in Puerto Vallarta, Ferrer was in steady demand as a bad guy, including the corporate creep who came to grief in the first Robocop and a shifty Mexican bandito in Revenge.
Apparently, NBC sportscaster Marv Albert has been a guest on Letter-man's show once too often. "Here are my top five movies," he says of his favorite let's-go-to-the-tape fare: "Mississippi Burning, Doctor Zhivago, City Slickers, When Harry Met Sally and Mr. Saturday Night." But Albert doesn't limit himself to epic dramas and Billy Crystal comedies. "I also watch a lot of old sports games," he says, "and Air Time, a documentary on Michael Jordan, is one of the all-time leading videos." Flicks destined to make Marv's first team include In the Line of Fire, The Fugitive and Woody Allen's Manhattan Murder Mystery. But ultimately, home viewing always goes head-to-head with work. "For example, I really enjoyed The Lover," he says, "but it was released at the height of the NBA season. How dare they?"
Few movie series have the shelf life of the Sherlock Holmes genre; there's just something about Conan Doyle's coolheaded London gumshoe that keeps the home vids burning. Before the next one comes along, though, you may want to take a look back--turkeys and all.
From Facets Video, a trilogy of rare fare from French New Wave pioneer Jean-Luc Godard: Ici et Ailleurs(Here and Elsewhere) follows the Palestinian revolution from inside rebel camps, Comment Ca Va?(How's It Going?) is a film-within-a-film commentary on Communist misinformation tactics, and Numero Deux explores technology and family in what is called a remake of Godard's own Breathless. Call 800--331--6197.... Milestone Film & Video's Animation Legend: Winsor McCoy preserves the surviving films of the early 20th century cartoonist, whose colorful cast of characters included Little Nemo and (step aside, Barney) Gertie the Dinosaur. New music by R. J. Miller updates the package.... Attention gluttons for punishment: MPI has released a newly restored, uncut and uncensored version of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Filmed 20 years ago in Austin, the Tobe Hooper gorefest (about five friends on the run from a thing called Leatherface) went on to gross more than $50 million worldwide. And we do mean gross. Available on tape ($20) and laser ($30).... MCA/Universal has rolled out an "unabridged" director's cut of Marlon Brando's The Night of the Following Day (1968), a creepy tale of a kidnapping gone wrong. According to Hubert Cornfield, who directed the thriller, the original version was ultimately supplanted by an edited TV version that "totally betrayed the intent of my film." Having at one point asked that his name be removed from the credits, Cornfield is now pushing the refurbished rerelease.
Laser goes from blue to red this month with two new music-on-disc entries. BMG's Blues Alive ($17) is a 54-minute valentine to the blues, with performances by such soulful greats as Buddy Guy (Five Long Years), Albert Collins (I Ain't Drunk) and Ruth Brown (Lucky So and So). And from Polygram comes a four-side, three-hour rendering of Mussorgsky's Boris Godunov, adapted from a live broadcast from the Mariinsky Theater in St. Petersburg in 1990. Cast includes stars from the Kirov Opera.... There's much ado on Voyager's Criterion Collection as Laurence Olivier's Richard III (1956) and Orson Welles' Othello (1951) make their disc debuts. Olivier's tour de force as Richard is ripe with malevolence, while Welles' revived Othello is greatly served by a frame-by-frame restoration, resynched sound and rerecorded score.
Paul McCartney dreaded the day when his kids would reach puberty and turn into rap fanatics. But the ex-Beatle said recently, with obvious relief, "My son, who is 15, is into Jimi Hendrix and a lot of Sixties stuff."
Been to the movies lately? If so, you might have seen people shot, stabbed, burned, beheaded, impaled on icicles and gobbled by dinosaurs. You've met witches, cannibals and a funny ax murderer. You've probably bumped into breasts: bobbing, bathing, exotic-dancing, actor-smothering breasts. And if you like films that sometimes test the limits of the R rating, you've seen the camera slip south to reveal what is euphemistically known as frontal nudity--the catnip with which Sharon Stone mesmerized Michael Douglas in Basic Instinct.
How Twisted is the kink in your radical chic? Nude go-go girls in cages are only a warm-up act compared with the feature attractions being offered in West Coast dance clubs. The fresh DJ culture that brought you hip-hop and rap, deep house and raves, techno and industrial still packs the dance clubs. But hard-core freaks keep digging for the most intense dance floor vibe--the heaviest attitude and most sexualized free-for-all. Right on cue, S&M acts and bondage fetishes have slithered into the straight dance clubs, and the distinctions between dance hall and sex-club dungeon are blurring.
If A Young South American novelist had written Brazil (Knopf), it would be hailed as an impressive fulfillment of his or her literary heritage. But for 61-year-old John Updike from Shillington, Pennsylvania to have written this phantasmagoric opus, which embraces the heart and history of Brazil, is nothing less than an astonishing act of imagination.
Down at the gym you're shooting hoops with the usual suspects. You execute a brilliant head fake, launch a perfect jump shot over the chump who's defending you--and watch in disbelief as the ball clangs off the front of the rim like a bird hitting a plate-glass window. Adding injury to insult, you land off balance, coming down hard on the side of your left foot. A white-hot flash of pain surges up your leg. Your vision blurs. You have sprained your ankle.
President Clinton's approval rating has been in the vicinity of 50 percent for some time now, and with good reason. His foreign policy appears riddled with indecision and his domestic priorities seem blurred.
Oh, God, my tits hurt so bad," said Kitty. She was dressed slickly chic but looked wan and frazzled. "Weaning a baby is the end of the world. I want to die." She put her head on my shoulder. "I feel like something scraped off the bottom of a shoe."
I am a 30-year-old male who enjoys wearing women's panties. I have done this on occasion for six years. I like the way they look, and I get a thrill out of doing something forbidden. I consider myself normal in most other ways, and I am heterosexual. I lift weights and do guy things the rest of the time. Am I normal?--R. D., Alexandria, Virginia.
For years social scientists have tried to gauge the effect of porn on men's behavior. You have probably read some of their conclusions in newspaper editorials or on fliers from antiporn ministers, or heard them in diatribes by feminist law professors, or in pompous speeches from politicians considering new antiporn legislation. In short, the finely hedged message seems to be that certain types of porn increase the chance of aggressive behavior toward women.
"Talking about sex in terms of don't and disease is not working. Americans must start viewing sex as an essentially important and pleasurable thing. Until we do, we will continue to be a repressed, Victorian society that misrepresents information, denies sexuality early, denies homosexual sexuality--particularly in teens--and leaves people abandoned with no place to go." --Kristine Gebbie, President Clinton's aids Czar
"I don't know what I'm saying," a bald, middle-aged man in a clown suit shouted to students walking by, "but I sure have the goddamn right to say it." He dipped into a suitcase and showered the ground with fliers. The weekend of October 16 was a lively one at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor. Next to the clown, in the heart of the main quadrangle, was a Queer Visibility Kiss-in: Two men in studded leather jackets smooched and rubbed legs for an hour. Nearby, a goateed student communist leafleted under a banner of Leon Trotsky. A woman roaming the quad stapled up posters soliciting confessions for the Ninth Annual Sexual Assault Awareness Week and more for the Seventh Annual Speak-out on Sexual Violence and Harassment. Inside the law school, an art exhibition on prostitution drew 1000 viewers. If the academy is a marketplace of ideas, UM seemed like the Mall of America before Christmas.
It is 10:45 A.M. According to the program for the annual meeting of the Society for the Scientific Study of Sex, I have a choice of several workshops and symposia. I choose to attend one called the Effects of Pornography on Women.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that 27 minutes of screen time changed Anthony Hopkins' life forever. For years it seemed as if Hopkins would be relegated to the relatively pleasant life of an underachiever, an actor who worked constantly but never attained the level of true star. He was known on-screen and onstage for his solid, interesting, even inventive performances. Offstage he had a reputation as a difficult man haunted by demons. Then a character named Hannibal Lecter came into his life.
Extramarital sex hasn't disappeared in the Nineties. In fact, there is little evidence that participation in extramarital sex has even slowed down a notch in the age of AIDS. Reflecting this reality, affairs are the regular subject of movies, television shows and novels. In many ways, it seems as though America is obsessed with extramarital sex.
Desire does not retreat. Despite the fear, political infighting, finger-pointing and ignorance that mark the second decade of an AIDS epidemic, our bodies are still here: Skin is eager for intimacy, lips yearn for contact. We feel the way people have always felt, wishing for the same sexual fulfillment and for passion to transform our days with magic, even as we work through a dilemma that is unique to our times.
With Seconds to spare I climbed into the starting gate, reached over the timing wand and planted my poles in the downhill snow. Beside me my opponent from the Exploding Hamsters did the same. I shuffled my skis rapidly back and forth, the alternating tips of my green Olins jabbing beneath the starting wand to melt a film of water for a faster start.
During the first 5000 years of recorded history, it was possible to survive as an inccredibly stupid person, but it wasn't possible to make any real money at it. Country bumpkins, village idiots and addlepated lummoxes were more or less tolerated through the ages, but they were seldom rewarded and were rarely thought of as role models.
"My parents raised me on a commune in Angels Camp, in the Sierras," says 21-year-old Neriah Davis, who is turning heads on the shaded terrace of a Sunset Boulevard restaurant. As we chat, November leaves drift onto our table, and mother nature provides an eerie counter point--we're being dusted by ash from wildfires raging in Topanga Canyon.
My name is craig, and I am an addict. I'm powerless over my appetite for the endless and sordid drama that plays out 24 hours a day on the cable network called Court TV. I sit like a slug while a spectacle of slime and debauchery, lies and lawyering, murder, rape, torture, butchery, cannibalism and every other wretched thing that can go wrong among God's creatures unfolds before me. The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God. But there is no help. When you're hooked the way that I'm hooked, it's like being on jury duty in hell.
Talk about a guy who loves his work: Calvin Klein has been spotted in retail stores buying his own designs. Of course, Klein isn't the only Calvin Klein Menswear fan. Since the debut of his fall 1992 collection (his first in six years), the American fashion designer has built a following that rivals that of his top European competitors. John F. Kennedy, Jr., Warren Beatty, Gregory Hines and Richard Gere, among others, are Calvin devotees. Klein also recently became the first individual to receive the fashion world's two top honors in the same year: He was named both 1993 Menswear and Womenswear Designer of the Year by the Council of Fashion Designers of America. Not bad for a guy whose career was launched by accident. As Klein explains, "I've known that I wanted to design clothes and have my own business since I was five years old." Growing up in the Bronx, Klein taught himself to sketch and sew and later sought formal education at New York's High School of Art and Design and at the Fashion Institute of Technology. After spending several years apprenticing in an outerwear and suit house on Seventh Avenue, Klein and his buddy, businessman Barry Schwartz, decided to combine their talents and open their own fashion house. Klein was in his showroom in a New York hotel when a buyer from Bonwit Teller mistakenly got off the elevator on the wrong floor. Spotting the young designer's work, the buyer was impressed and immediately placed an order worth $50,000. "The rest," Klein says, "is history." What is it about Klein's American-born-and-bred clothing that is so appealing? Take a look at the photos on these six pages, shot at Klein's 1994 spring and summer runway show, and you'll understand. The suits, sports jackets and pants are tailored but not restrictive. It's a look that Klein describes as "loose, airy and extremely versatile." In fact, versatility and value are critical elements of the designer's work. "I have no interest in making men's suits that cost $3000," says Klein. "I am not going to pay that kind of money myself. It just doesn't make sense." What does make sense to Klein is creating tailored clothing that combines "luxury and elegance with the comfort of sportswear." Linen, for example, "is a fabric that has inspired me," says Klein--so much so that the designer used it in this season's single- and double-breasted suits and sports jackets as well as in dress shirts, sport shirts, sweaters, pants and shorts. He has even put a relaxed spin on formalwear. The starched-shirt-and-bow-tie look is replaced by a tux worn with a linen shirt open at the collar. "It's elegant yet sexy," Klein says. You'll get no argument from us.
English race-car driver Nigel Mansell speeds down the backstretch at Portland International Raceway in Oregon at 160 miles per hour, marveling at the scenery. "You should see this," he radios to his crew as the straightaway stretches along a concrete wall and his Lola climbs to 170 mph. "There's quite a lovely view of a snow-covered mountain." His eyes are pointed down the road toward the turn approaching at 180. Carl Haas, the car's owner along with Paul Newman, also marvels--that Mansell can sightsee and provide color commentary at 180 mph. Mansell had never been to Portland, yet he is second fastest in practice, using his two sessions to learn the track. There's only one problem: his competition, the Penske-Chevy driven by the fastest man in practice, Indy 500 winner Emerson Fittipaldi. The car was designed and constructed in the Penske racing shop in England and Fittipaldi had declared this latest in a long line of winners to be the best Penske chassis ever. If Mansell wanted to steal pole position from Fittipaldi he knew that he would have to drive, for at least one lap, like a motherflogger--or, more precisely, like a Lola-flogger.
If you are tired of hacking away on traditional golf courses, you may want to try reading these greens and fairways. The following front nine illustrates what would happen if some of our betterknown contemporary writers spent more of their time thinking about parthan they do about plot.
We have friends in the most interesting places. Who would have imagined, 40 years ago, that our magazine would be published in Poland, Czechoslovakia and Hungary--countries where at one time a guy could be arrested for reading Playboy? Now, we're celebrating the recent launch of our 17th international edition, in South Africa, and in so doing we note with joy and appreciation another important transition: that nation's commitment to racial justice. So sit back and enjoy our worldwide freedom ride. We think you'll agree it's worth the trip.
Halle Berry, the 25--year--old Cleveland-born actress and former beauty pageant contestant, knows how to leave a lasting impression. She brought an earthbound sweetness to "Strictly Business" and "The Last Boy Scout" and straight--backed dignity to the six--hour miniseries "Queen." For Spike Lee's "Jungle Fever," she gave a rancid--mouthed crackhead some dimension. In "Boomerang," Berry turned her third-lead, nice--girl art director into an impressive scene--stealer.
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There is more to today's sunglasses than meets the eyes. Sure, your peepers are protected by lenses that eliminate ultraviolet rays, but the frames also have a lot going for them. Porsche Design's Variation model comes with extra rims and additional lenses in different colors, while the frames for Ray--Ban's Classic Collection One are sterling silver. Currently, retro--look small ovals in metal or tortoise are hot, especially when combined with green lenses. Antireflection lens coating is available for night driving and computer work; so are scratch--resistant treatments. For the latter, check out Ray--Ban's Survivors series. Its Diamond Hard lenses are ten times more scratch-resistant than ordinary glass ones, and the styles are targeted for outdoor activities.
Howard Stern--Scourge of the fcc and hero to the socially twisted, the bad boy of the airwaves has America clamoring for his private parts. Stern gets down and dirty (and dirtier) in a suitably inappropriate Playboy Interview--by Marshall Fine