It's Hard to get your game face on for winter. You can't find your gloves, your girlfriend wears so many layers she looks like a Christmas tree without lights and you spend days indoors contemplating the previous year, wondering where your life went. On the upside, winter is the time of year when even that fat prankster in the red suit gets some. Then there are the holiday bonuses (this magazine, for one). So forget the past--we've already unwrapped a Christmas present for you: cover girl Farrah Fawcett. After Charlie's Angels and her best-selling poster made her the sex symbol of the Seventies, she concentrated on dramatic roles in TV films such as The Burning Bed. Now the ex-angel, who at one time covered more walls than Benjamin Moore, is ready to reclaim heavenly-body status in a timeless pictorial shot by Davis Factor. Then we honor the woman who made the modern swimsuit poster possible: Bettie Page. Second only to Marilyn Monroe as an American pinup legend, Page violated the taboos of the Fifties, incurred the wrath of a congressional subcommittee, redefined sexiness--and then vanished. In The Real Bettie Page (from Bettie Page: The Life of a Pinup Legend, published by General Publishing Group), James Swanson and Karen Essex reveal a mysterious recluse who influenced fashion and photography for years to come.
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If you cart your camcorder more often than your 35mm camera, you can still enjoy photos of your adventures with Sharp's GZ-P15U video printer (pictured here). When connected to a video source, such as a TV, VCR or camcorder, the four-pound unit lets you freeze an image and print it out on special paper, postcards or adhesive labels. The price: $1000. Football fans can ready their Super Bowl bets with Sports Predictor Football, a $20 pocket-size device developed by Micro Games of America and Roxy Roxborough, Las Vegas' number one oddsmaker. Just plug in the stats for any two teams and the Sports Predictor will make an intelligent guess at the final score, the total number of points in the game and the point differential. Think of Case Logic's Gel-eez gel-filled rests as water beds for tired wrists. Priced between $13 and $17, they can even be chilled in the refrigerator for cool wrist comfort.
The arty English social set that waived all rules of behavior more than 70 years ago may not be an ideal subject for today's moviegoers, but Carrington (Gramercy) casts a spell--if only because its actors are so commanding. Indomitable . Emma Thompson has the title role as a boyish-looking artist with a yen for handsome men but a fixation on Lytton Strachey, the unabashedly gay writer and social critic (played with outrageous high style by England's Jonathan Pryce). Writer and director Christopher Hampton, whose screen adaptation of Dangerous Liaisons won a 1988 Oscar, takes his time telling the true story of Dora Carrington's 17-year live-in relationship with Strachey. They remain soul mates even as Carrington breaks the heart of artist Mark Gertler (Rufus Sewell), marries a handsome war veteran (Steven Waddington) and has a fling with her husband's friend (Samuel West). Meanwhile, Strachey openly lusts after Dora's husband, flaunts his indiscretions and defuses every near-debacle with withering wit. Carrington is a vivid valentine to some blithe British spirits playing musical chairs through the jazz age.[rating]3 bunnies[/rating]
About to leave for Italy's Venice Film Festival to promote Mighty Aphrodite,Mira Sorvino, 25, said she relished her role as Woody Allen's leading lady. "It's a part you thank your lucky stars for. My character is Linda, a call girl and aspiring porn actress. She's a bit ridiculous and vulgar--uses a lot of four-letter words--but so endearing and fresh. I wanted to make her a failed sex star."
Rock and Roll is too immediate and raucous to intellectualize. The best rock criticism has always been fueled by frenzied enthusiasm. In Rock & Roll: An Unruly History (Harmony/Crown) former New York Times rock critic and Rolling Stone contributing editor Robert Palmer indulges in some enthusiastic storytelling. But he also offers musicological insights, tidbits of ethnography and a seemingly encyclopedic knowledge of recordings, key performances and relationships among musicians.
I enjoyed your response in the July issue about the classic blow job. But please, please, won't you provide detailed instructions to men on how to provide better oral sex for women? My experience has been that for the most part men don't understand the need to be gentle, rhythmic and teasing, and as they don't respond to hints, I can't figure out a way to teach them. If you can, I'm sure millions of women will praise you.--D.C., Baltimore, Maryland.
Once and for All: What the Founding Fathers Said about Guns
James R. Petersen
Militias. Distrust of government. Abuse of power. The right to bear arms. Not a day passed without a passionate article or an editorial on the role of guns in American life. The year was 1775. More than 200 years later, the seminal debate undertaken as John Adams, Thomas Jefferson and James Madison formulated the laws of the land still echoes. Is the Michigan Militia an aberration or the Constitution in action? Is Gordon Liddy a dangerous demagogue or a devoted patriot? What exactly did the founding fathers mean when they penned the Second Amendment?
No one--except George Foreman--reckoned he had a chance. In 1987 when he began his boxing comeback, Foreman said his mission was to recapture the heavyweight championship, which he had held between 1973 and 1974. Foreman was then 38 and weighed 315 pounds. If he wasn't joking about regaining the title, he certainly seemed to be kidding. Instead of appearing as the menacing mauler he had been during the early Seventies, Foreman came at the press-- and his opponents--with a newly developed, self-deprecating sense of humor. He talked about his special seafood diet ("I eat everything I see"), confessed to an addiction to cheeseburgers and spoke fondly of his affinity for "roasts of beef, legs of lamb and porks of chop."
The Office of Professor Kurt Wise could be a set in an Indiana Jones movie. Tall bookshelves, exotic fossils and stuffed birds jostle for space with heaps of esoteric journals in fields ranging from geomorphology to the Hebrew scriptures. Wise--a slight, pale paleontologist in his mid-30s--is courteous, absentminded and given to laughing at his own slightly obscure jokes. He and his office, in fact, wouldn't seem odd at Harvard, where Wise got his Ph.D. What sets him apart from most scientists is his view on how life, humankind and the physical world came into being. Wise believes in the literal truth of the biblical tale of creation. Every word of it.
Time was, you knew where to find sex stars. They were bigger than life, up on the screen of a darkened movie theater. Hollywood's then powerful movie studios turned out mile-high heaps of autographed publicity stills, sent for the asking to adoring fans. Those studios are gone, but some stars still shine on celluloid. Nowadays, though, they're just as likely to enter your consciousness via TV--syndicated TV, at that--or the information superhighway. Last year's sex stars strutted off fashion-show runways and onto Playboy's pages. This year, they're being downloaded hot off the Internet. Take Pamela Anderson. As Conan O'Brien quipped on Late Night: "A survey asking men who they would want to be stranded with on a deserted island has Pamela Anderson tied with Sharon Stone. Of course, that's the number one choice: Pamela Anderson tied to Sharon Stone." When Pam married Motley Crue drummer Tommy Lee in a seaside ceremony, the bride wore white--a white bikini. Pictures of the nuptials landed in all the tabloids, and more intimate weddingnight shots soon surfaced online. Pam's syndicated TV show, Baywatch, is the most watched on earth; this year she also did Baywatch the Movie: Forbidden Paradise, a made-for-TV Mike Hammer movie (Come Die With Me) and a Playboy video, The Best of Pamela Anderson. At this year's Cannes (text continued on page 202) Sex Stars (continued from page 75) Film Festival, it was Pam who grabbed the paparazzi's attention, to the exclusion of almost everyone else. She was there promoting the forthcoming movie Barb Wire, in which she'll play the live version of the Dark Horse Comics character. Through it all, she has retained her sense of humor, telling TV Guide that it's true that after her Playmate appearance (as Miss February 1990), she got breast implants. But, she said, rumor goes beyond fact: "Everybody says I'm plastic from head to toe. Can't stand next to a radiator or I'll melt."
I've Lived in Vegas about a year. I still own an apartment a rifle shot from Times Square, but I'm mostly here now. It doesn't matter--Disney is filing dull the razor edge of New Jack as quickly as Walt wanna-bes build "family hotels" in Sin City.
It was a pounding on a door, a furious, frantic, insistent pounding, born of hysteria and fear and a great desire to be heard, to be freed, to be let loose, to escape. It was a wrenching at hidden paneling, it was a hollow knocking, a rapping, a testing, a clawing. It was a scratching at hollow b oards, a ripping at bedded nails. It was a muffled shouting, demanding, a call to be noticed, followed by silence.
We always celebrate those who live on the sexual frontier. Few, however, challenged Playboy in quite the style of Caroline Cossey, known in modeling circles as Tula. The Divine Miss C lived life as a male until 20, when transsexual surgery freed her to become a woman. She has appeared on many magazine covers, in the James Bond film For Your Eyes Only and in an ad campaign for Sauza tequila. This picture is from our own landmark September 1991 pictorial. Salud, Tula!
She Couldn't imagine why we wanted to write a book about her. The "modeling days," as she called them, ended decades ago. "Who wants to read about me? I'm not important. All I did was pose for some pictures."
It's the beginning of December 1965, the night I first see the Grateful Dead. I'm promoting a Family Dog concert at San Francisco's lovely old California Hall. The group's members live in a big house in Haight-Ash-bury where we hold parties on weekends. When the parties overflow to the sidewalk we move them to the old union halls. In our hapless way we have graduated to promoting concerts. If this works out we figure we can start booking acts like the Lovin' Spoonful and Frank Zappa. Then maybe the Beatles, the Stones, Dylan. Well, it could happen.
In the night, despite the unsettling trouble brewing with the client from Miami, the blustering and importuning and the implied or even outright threats, Beckerman managed to dream satisfactorily after all. He dreamed a little freestanding staircase of alabaster and malachite that pivoted in the middle and went back down itself through another dimension like something out of an Escher print; he dreamed an attenuated, one-legged bronze statuette with three skinny arms and a funny spiral topknot, Giacometti meets Dr. Seuss, so to speak. He dreamed a squat, puckery-skinned, cast-iron froggy thing with bulging ivory eyeballs that periodically opened its huge mouth and emitted little soprano squeaks. Everything was a bit on the bizarre side, even for Beckerman; he had a tendency to go over the edge a little when things got tense. The three pieces were arrayed in a neat row by the side of his bed when he woke, just before noon. It was, he thought, a fine batch of work.
Awicked squall bursts across South Beach, Miami's mecca for models, and it's headed straight for Samantha Torres. "Doesn't that figure," says Miss December, eyeing the approaching storm. "I wear sheer white, and it pours." The rain is now seconds away from drenching her teeny halter top and microskirt and rendering them all but transparent. Shrugging off a suggestion that she take cover, Samantha presses on, as fast as her threeinch platform shoes will allow. As if startled by the audacity of this 22-year-old blonde, the storm suddenly turns to a drizzle. Still dry, Samantha continues her march up Ocean Drive, finally settling in for cappuccino at trendy Caffe Milano. "You have to seize the moment," she says, laughing at her luck with the weather.
On The Morning of February 22, a man parked a truck containing 2000 pounds of explosives across the street from a six-story office building. The building was filled with people just starting their workday, including the people on the fifth floor, who worked for the IRS.
Looking for a gift that will make your lady's eyes sparkle brighter than the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center? With the help of six of our favorite Playmates, we offer these suggestions. Left to right: Barbara Moore with Ralph Lauren's Safari parfum in a cut-crystal bottle ($300). Lisa Marie Scott in a black lace teddy by Aubade Paris ($160). De Beers diamonds are a girl's best friend, and Kelly Gallagher wears nearly three carats' worth in the form of Cartier's Panther 1925 watch featuring an 18-karat-gold panther design ($33,000). Carrie Westcott looks great in a 17-carat diamond necklace set in 18-karat gold with a South Sea cultured pearl ($46,500) and four-carat diamond and pearl earrings ($10,000), both from Harry Winston Inc. Julie Cialini cuddles a Siberian husky puppy from Artik Sno Siberian Huskies (about $500). And Anna-Marie Goddard, in a terrycloth robe from the Golden Door spa, revels in the royal treatment: a weeklong trip of pampering, fitness and relaxation at California's preeminent health spa ($4250).
James Bond is back in Goldeneye, and Pierce Brosnan comes off as the suavest 007 yet--thanks to his clothes. Whereas Timothy Dalton's 007 looked "soft" in the slouchy styles of the Eighties (when the previous Bond film was released), Brosnan's wardrobe is elegant and refined--exactly what you might expect of a modern playboy. Of course, we're not surprised that this "playboy look," as it was christened by The New York Times in a fall fashion review, is hot. As evidenced by the outfits on our Bond wanna-be, suits and sports jackets with strong shoulders and trim silhouettes create an air of confidence and success. We like the latest two- and three-button single-breasted styles as well as three-piece models with high-button vests. We're also glad to see that the navy blazer with gold metal buttons has returned. Try it, as we have, with an ascot. And for black-tie occasions, combine a dinner jacket and vest with a traditional tuxedo shirt and bow tie.
I met Courteney Cox about a year and a half ago, before she charmed her way past Roseanne, Grace, Ellen and Helen to become belle of the sitcom ball on the hit NBC series Friends. She was shooting a film at an abandoned hospital in Los Angeles, and she was the talk of our set--not for her acting ability, charm, beauty or her potential to become the 1995 Babe of the Year, but for the $80,000 silver Porsche Carrera crouched behind her dressing trailer:
You've Reached that point where you feel at peace with your place. The light from your bay windows blankets what can be called the spoils of independence. The remote sits within reach, the posters have been framed, the carpet is clean and the bed is made. Your corner of the world has found its voice, inviting guests to put up their feet and stay awhile. Everything stands out, but nothing stands out of place.
Shortly After her marriage to Delbert Chase, the Kaufmans' daughter and only child broke off all contact with them. The newlyweds lived on the other side of town, on Delany Street, above a retired farmer's garage. Driving by in the mornings on his way to work at the real estate office, Frank Kaufman would see their new Ford parked out front. It was a demo: Delbert had landed a job selling cars at Tom Nixx New & Used Cars. Some days, the car was still there when Kaufman came back past, on his way home for lunch.
What is stardom? To some it means money, bright lights, fans clamoring for a split second of your time. But to Farrah Fawcett, a woman we have loved since she was our December 1978 cover girl, stardom means freedom. "I can choose my own projects," she says in that sweet, melodic voice of hers--the kittenish voice of a tigress. "That means other people no longer can invent my image for me." It means that Farrah, who bravely quit TV's top-rated Charlie's Angels to test herself in films, the stage drama Extremities and a series of acclaimed television movies, never quits looking for new challenges.
Ever since Judge Lance Ito granted one of the few permanent seats in his courtroom to writer Dominick Dunne (he sits next to the Goldmans), Dunne has become a fixture for Simpsonophiles. Everyone wants the inside scoop, and Dunne is one who seems to have it, just as he did when he covered the Menendez brothers' trial. He can entertain with tales of conversing with defense attorney Johnnie Cochran in the men's room outside the ninth floor courtroom, or with stories of Hollywood from his days as a producer ("Panic in Needle Park," "Ash Wednesday," "Play It as It Lays," "Boys in the Band," "The Users"). Two of the five films he produced were written by his brother, John Gregory Dunne, and John's wife, Joan Didion. But the Dunnes aren't on speaking terms these days.
If Hollywood remakes Citizen Kane, whoever plays the dying Kane should whisper "Laser Luge" or "Snow Blade" rather than "Rosebud." But today's new breed of sleds isn't kid stuff. The Canadian-made Laser Luge, for example, weighs only nine pounds, yet it will whisk you down a hill with all the excitement of a 48-pound Olympic competition luge. Or, if you prefer to take the hills sitting down, there's the Snow Blade--a lightweight downhill racer that resembles a bicycle for slopes that Frosty the Stunt Snowman would ride. Our last sled, Torpedo's Mad River Rocket, is aptly named. You strap yourself to an elliptical polyethylene dish that's been fitted with sculpted kneepads, shove off and pray. Look ma, no handles. Body English and gravity do the rest.