Our every encounter with Farrah Fawcett has left us amazed. Her first photo shoot not only made our December 1995 issue one of the biggest sellers in recent memory, it redefined our concept of glamour as art. It was as if her triumphs--that tantalizing poster, her gritty performance in The Burning Bed--had only hinted at her talent. Now she has done it again. A trained artist, these days Farrah is using the ultimate paintbrush: herself. She is an action painter (think nude body, gallons of paint, yards of receptive canvas). When we captured this mind-bending process on film, we were amazed at the results. Check out Farrah: All of Me. The photographs are by William Hawkes. The art is all Farrah.
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Based on Terrence McNally's Tony Award-winning play, Love! Valour! Compassion! (Fine Line) follows a group of middle-class gay men through several holiday weekends at a country house. Joe Mantello directs again, with most of the stage cast intact, though Jason Alexander (of TV's Seinfeld) replaces Nathan Lane as Buzz, the avid musical-comedy buff who has AIDS. The movie is more wordy than cinematic but still works as a witty, tragicomic slice of the lives of a choreographer (Stephen Bogardus) and his friends. Among a slew of flawless performances, Alexander is a scene-stealer, and John Glover retains the glow of his Tony-awarded dual role as the diametrically opposite Jeckyll twins. While it all seemed funnier onstage, it is somehow more poignant and intimate in filmed close-ups. There's more male nudity here than moviegoers usually see, none of it exploited for shock value. In addition to being top-of-the-line entertainment, Love! Valour! Compassion! makes a brilliant case against homophobia. [rating]3-1/2 bunnies[/rating]
Some years ago, Nick Chinlund commissioned Seth Zvi Rosenfeld to write a play for him. When A Brother's Kiss opened in a small Manhattan theater, critics raved. Now 35, Chinlund is earning accolades in the movie version, directed by Rosenfeld after Nick helped raise the financing. "I went to some Wall Street friends I knew from Brown University, carrying Clive Barnes' New York Post review in my pocket," he recalls. His Brother's Kiss role as a needy, hopeless drug addict showcased some of his ability, but Chinlund does more in the action drama Con Air, with Nicolas Cage. "I have a fight to the death with Cage--you can figure out how that ends, since he's the star and probably paid untold millions."
Fighting Nazis on skis? First Run Features' compelling documentary Fire on the Mountain ($29.95) tells the story of the U.S. Army's Tenth Mountain Division, the elite corps of climbers and skiers who constituted America's only winter warfare unit to fight in World War Two. Program includes interviews with surviving members, archival clips and a dramatic 1995 reunion between Yanks and Nazis atop Italy's Riva Ridge.... Flashback of the month: Fleetwood Mac: The Early Years (Rhino, $19.98) tracks the first family's house band back to its 1967 formation under the steady beat of drummer Mick Fleetwood. The tuneful scrapbook includes rare concert footage, replays of classic hits (including Black Magic Woman and Oh, Well) and a 1969 performance of Rattlesnake Shake on TV's Playboy After Dark--complete with an intro by Hef. Looking good, boss.
When it comes to choosing his favorite videos, Rip Torn is of two minds. The veteran stage, screen and TV thespian's taste ranges from Marcel Carné's epic Parisian love story, Children of Paradise, to the complete Honeymooners collection ("I love the whole gang," he says, "especially Audrey Meadows"). But Torn says his vid viewing is also subject to the whims of his alter ego, Artie, the cranky producer on The Larry Sanders Show. "I have my own favorites," insists Artie, "like all of Sinatra's concert videos. I also like Hume Cronyn's sadistic captain in Brute Force, not to mention Sterling Hayden's country thug and Sam Jaffe's lecher in The Asphalt Jungle. Oh, and one last thing," Artie adds. "Though I don't like him much as a person, I love the work of Rip Torn."
Independent filmmaker Frank LaLoggia's spine-tingler Lady in White (1988) has been decked out in a remastered director's cut from Elite Entertainment ($60). All about a schoolboy who witnesses an apparition, the film delivers top-notch willies despite its tame PG-13 label. Other pluses include: six minutes of previously deleted footage, a new Dolby Digital 5.1 audio track, behind-the-scenes scenes and commentary by LaLoggia.
Live's Front man, Edward Kowalczyk, has an amazing instinct for keeping a balance between mystery and accessibility, humor and drama, all while kicking out the jams. Often compared (favorably and unfavorably) with U2 and R.E.M., Live appears to be moving more toward the Doors. The band's third album, Secret Samadhi (Radioactive), has all the trappings of rock-and-roll mysticism. Its imagery is drawn from the stars and from the human body in startling, Jim Morrison--like juxtapositions. I rank them up there among the heavyweight contenders.
In 1972, a few years before the advent of punk, Iggy and the Stooges were convulsive, explosive and gut-wrenching. Their Bowie-produced album, Raw Power, bewildered almost everybody at the time. It was too primal to be artsy, too apolitical and vulgar to be accepted by hippies or progressive rockers. Now Iggy Pop has remixed Raw Power (Columbia/Legacy) to reflect how the band really sounded. James Williamson's guitars come slamming out of your speakers, vividly highlighting the sophisticated songwriting of Search and Destroy and Gimme Danger. It's a tribute to the time-lessness of great rock that the most potent album of the decade, since Nirvana's Nevermind, is a gem resurrected from 25 years ago.
A perfectionist, a master of the recording studio and an all-around control freak, Frank Sinatra hasn't authorized many live albums. So the release of Live in Australia, 1959 (Blue Note) isn't one of those times when a label exploits a musician past his prime. In fact, this hour with the Red Norvo Quintet is regarded by connoisseurs as one of Sinatra's finest club sets ever, far superior to the Paris performance Reprise put out in 1994. Its characteristic tempo is a confident, medium-fast swing. It breathes unforced optimism into such signature standards as All of Me, Night and Day and I've Got You Under My Skin. Those who thrill to every detail of Sinatra's voice may be slightly disappointed by the audio quality, but the rest of us will find it superb. For the jazz-inclined, and for anyone else who finds Sinatra's studio arrangements too ornately pop, the easy, economical freedom of these renditions should prove perfect.
Imagine Johnny Mathis if he'd been an R&B singer with pop touches, rather than a pop singer, and you have Walter Jackson: Welcome Home (Epic/Legacy). Jackson, a balladeer, had one of the sweetest voices in soul.
This Land Is Your Land (Smithsonian Folkways) is a title that sounds like a folk music cliché, which is unfortunate. This is truly classic folk music by Woody Guthrie, and an important historical release as well. It contains three versions of This Land, one of which is the previously unissued demo, on which Woody sings its most radical verse (about "private property"). There are also traditional songs (Gypsy Davy, Picture From Life's Other Side), topical songs, versions of many of Guthrie's classics (Pastures of Plenty, Do-Re-Mi, Jesus Christ, Hobo's Lullaby) and all manner of comedy (including Philadelphia Lawyer and a great Talking Fishing Blues). For those who have half-forgotten Bob Dylan, let alone his role model, This Land is a wake-up call.
The light shining down Bob Woodruff's Desire Road (Imprint) comes mostly from soul singer Arthur Alexander. Woodruff covers two Alexander ballads, Everyday I Have to Cry and If It's Really Got to Be This Way. A product of Greenwich Village, Woodruff dips back into his urban roots for Out of the Blue. Adding to the country pathos is Woodruff's guitarist, James Burton (of Elvis Presley and Gram Parsons fame), playing his first sessions since a near-fatal illness.
England's Chemical Brothers have moved into next-big-thing territory. Their new Dig Your Own Hole (Astral-werks) is unrelentingly up-tempo in a humorous rather than punishing way. They abjure guitars but not guitar sounds, which they unite with hectic dance beats. They are also capable of detached lyricism and the occasional laugh. Nonvocal music rarely goes pop, but give the Chemical Brothers credit for trying.
If you like your blues messy and energetic, check out R.L. Burnside's Mr. Wizard (Fat Possum/Epitaph). Burnside believes in finding three chords on his distorted guitar and then beating the crap out of them until he feels like doing something else. B.B. King fans will wonder what the hell is going on, but garage rock fans will hear the Second Coming.
There's a country blues revival going on again--but this one's different: Corey Harris, Keb' Mo' and Alvin Youngblood Hart represent the first generation of young black men to reinvent Delta styles. On Harris' second album, Fish Ain't Bitin' (Alligator), those terms include refreshing takes on the likes of Preaching Blues and Frankie and Johnnie.
Erik Satie's music can sometimes sound mawkish or trite. But the French composer was actually quite unsentimental. Gnossiennes (Philips) and Danses gothiques (Philips), two current Satie releases by pianist Reinbert de Leeuw, are starkly modern and precise.
Sally Timms, who doubles as Cowboy Sally on a Turner Network kiddie show, has issued a best-of disc from her periodic EPs: five country songs, every one played for soul. The title? Cowboy Sally, natch. (Bloodshot, 912 W. Addison, Chicago, IL 60613).
In 1991 a label dedicated to chronicling the spirit of Southern blues sprang up in Oxford, Mississippi, just a chicken-neck's throw from where Robert Johnson and Muddy Waters honed their chops. In Mississippi roadhouses and juke joints, the label discovered an astonishing array of talented musicians, many in their 60s and early 70s. The Best of Fat Possum (Fat Possum/Capricorn) is a thrilling, vital document of the living blues. Septuagenarian R.L. Burnside's relentless, hypnotic riffs are positively orgasmic (also see review below). The other five artists here, all of whom have complete records available, are equally mesmerizing.
Banana-and-Peanut Butter Sandwich Department: Early this summer, Elvis became a theme restaurant in Memphis. Situated on Beale Street in a building where the King shopped for clothes, the Elvis Restaurant seats 300. Naturally, there is a retail shop. According to Priscilla Presley, it is Elvis' kind of place, but there is no word yet if his food favorites will grace the menu.
What is it about summer that brings out the thriller instinct? Those long, lazy days? Sunshine-zonked testosterone? Here are half a dozen novels filled with dangerous adventures and exotic scenery: In Meg (Doubleday), Steve Alten dares us to go back into the water with 60-foot prehistoric megalodon sharks that could eat Jaws for lunch. Stephen Cannell updates The Sting with masterful scams and complex plot twists to make King Con (Morrow) one of the best grifter stories in years. The sinister brotherhood of Mafia drug smuggling in Palermo is infiltrated by Gerald Seymour in Killing Ground (Harper Collins). In Dark Homecoming (Pocket), Eric Lust-bader travels through the erotic underworld of Miami Beach, where a retired New York cop meets a new breed of psychopath. Gary Jennings offers another meticulously researched epic of Mexican history, Aztec Autumn (Forge), which is a sequel to his best-selling Aztec. And, finally, Philip Kerr, who has been dubbed "Michael Crichton's smarter brother," brings us Esau (Henry Holt), the thinking man's technothriller that swirls around the discovery of a missing link in the Himalayas. These things that go bump in the night are like eating peanuts. Once you start, you can't stop.
Renowned for his ability to capture motion in his sketches, LeRoy Neiman sets off for equatorial Africa in his newest book, On Safari (Abrams). The artist travels across the savanna and sets up camp along the picturesque Mara River, where the African Queen was filmed in 1951. He dedicates this painting safari to the big five: lion, elephant, cape buffalo, rhinoceros and leopard. "Drawing animals must be an honest undertaking," says Neiman. "Their freedom is contagious. It gets to you and maintains its hold." We could say the same thing about this collection.
How many summers have you dragged War and Peace to the beach? This time you should actually read it. Why? The new Anna Karenina movie is out and chances are good that, like Jane Austen and Shakespeare, Tolstoy will be hot. Anna Dunnigan's Signet translation is a 1455-page paperback that will keep you going past Labor Day. Then there are the books you can put down--and pick up again: Gore Vidal's Myra Breckinridge and Myron (Vintage), Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer (Grove) and Mario Puzo's The Godfather (Signet). Harold Robbins' best, A Stone for Danny Fisher (Pocket), will keep you riveted. Two contemporary mysteries are worth some sand in the binding: The Ax (Mysterious) by Donald E. Westlake, about a man so desperate to get a job that he'll do anything, and John Lescroart's Guilt (Dela-corte), which centers on a San Francisco attorney who thinks he's smart enough to get away with murder.
Barnes & Noble, the nation's largest bookseller, is throwing down the gauntlet to Amazon.com, the most successful bookstore on the Internet. Barnes & Noble hopes to jump-start its late entrance into cyberspace by marketing directly to 8 million AOL subscribers, using the clout of its 433 superstores. The Seattle-based Amazon.com began selling books on the Web in 1995 and presently boasts swift delivery of 2.5 million titles, including out of print and hard to find books. Amazon.com has also launched Match/Maker, the first personalized recommendation service on the Web. Readers will benefit from competing features on the two Web sites, including easy database browsing, multiple reviews and e-mail updates on new books. While the giants battle it out, Book Stacks Unlimited continues to offer a modest 425,000 titles, and Borders, the Avis of the bookstore world, has revitalized its sleepy Web site to compete in the 21st century.
I am a single, average-looking businessman in my mid-40s. During the past three years, I have slept with every married woman I have desired. I meet them in supermarkets, bookstores and record shops. I invite them for coffee and the rest is easy. From these encounters I have observed the following: (1) I have not met a woman whose husband has made love to her properly in the past six months. (2) Many of these women had never had a multiple orgasm. Two had never had orgasms until we went to bed. (3) None of these women experience any major guilt from these encounters. Most feel they are neglected and view our time as luxurious sin. In the meantime, I have collected a casual harem. I am never pushy--they call me. Can you explain why so many married men are such neglectful lovers?--T.G., Los Angeles, California
The California Men's Gathering is an eclectic get-together of people affiliated with the I national men's movement. Participants are sometimes called feminist, antisexist or "changing" men. CMGs, as insiders call the meetings, are held two times a year, in late spring and early fall. The spring CMG is a men-only event, but the fall conference is also host to a few women. I was there to give a pro-pornography session with my friend David Steinberg, editor of Erotic by Nature. As a sex educator, sex-industry insider and unrepentant porn aficionada, I was prepared to discuss it all with a group of men who are encouraged, by the men's movement and by their feminist allies, to feel conflicted and guilty if they enjoy pornography at all. The conference gave us a view of this country's schizophrenic view of sexuality.
Could a tainted chicken help end the constitutional right to abortion? Ask Beth Wiersma of South Dakota. In 1990 she ate a packaged chicken dinner, got salmonella poisoning and miscarried her seven-week-old embryo. Wiersma filed suit against the dinner's manufacturer, Maple Leaf Farms, claiming the company had caused the wrongful death of her child. On its face, the suit looks frivolous; the causes of miscarriages are notoriously hard to pin down. It is not clear that the chicken was the source of the salmonella, or that the salmonella caused the loss of the embryo. But cause and effect matter little when the case serves a cause.
His knife makes a clean, bloodless incision. "Mmm. Yummy," says Anthony Edwards, slicing off a chunk of meat. "Want a bite?" America's most famous surgeon is as generous with kind words as he is with his lunchtime lamb chop. While discussing "ER," on which he stars as chief resident Dr. Mark Greene, Edwards can't stop praising his buddy George Clooney, one of the show's other stars. He credits creator Michael Crichton, executive producer John Wells, the writers and his co-stars for making "ER" number one in the ratings. Of course, they'll tell you it's Edwards who deserves the lion's share of the credit. "The captain of the ship," Clooney calls him. It all sounds too good to be true.
She was just 18 when we made her acquaintance and already Brandi was brimming with the energy, passion and charm of someone poised to take on the world. To be sure, the Filipino-German-Irish-Cherokee Californian was destined from the beginning to favor life's express lane: Her mom is veteran Los Angeles rocker Brie Howard, and Brandi's earliest memories include attending an Alice Cooper concert when she was two. So it was no surprise that after spending her teen years in her dad's quieter Sacramento digs, Brandi headed back to Los Angeles--and the spotlight. "I want serious success," she told Playboy in her smashing debut pictorial in October 1987. "I think I have a lot of thrills ahead of me."
Desmond wanted to make a movie called Chickens. He wasn't sure if he had the imagination to pull it off, and he had no hope of grants or investors. The one thing he did possess was a beautiful but crazy wife, though I didn't know about her right off.
There's nothing sweeter than a made-to-order suit working in harmony with fitted wing tips. At its most elemental, the allure of custom clothes is all about fit and comfort. A suit built to your body's specs will be the best fitting and most comfortable you will own. Also, a custom suit doesn't have to cost a fortune--it can be competitive with its designer counterparts--so there's no excuse for not seeking out a personal tailor. Speak with the best-dressed man you know and we're sure you'll get worthwhile referrals. Of course, we chose the expensive guys. We buttonholed custom experts at Bruce Cameron Clark Bespoke Clothier, William Fioravanti and Alan Flusser for info on suits, gave the full press to Alexander S. Kabbaz and Geneva for inside stuff on shirts, walked over to J.M. Weston and Vincent & Edgar for shoes and ogled jewelry at Verdura. Follow their advice and you'll see the difference in the mirror, not in your wallet.
Maybe he was inspired by the anatomy books. Born and raised in Florence, Italy, photographer Guido Argentini studied medicine before junking his human body studies in favor of the real thing. He arrived Stateside in 1992 and became a master of offbeat naked portraiture. Although his work appears frequently in Playboy Germany, this shot--of a Los Angeles actress named Gina Mari--marks his U.S. Playboy debut. Look for a book of nudes from Guido soon.
As Daphnee Lynn Duplaix, dressed in jeans and a brown leather jacket, strolls to her table at Avanzare in Chicago, patrons glance up from their piatti and then stare. It could be Miss July's vivid green eyes or wonderful Haitian-Italian features that attract their attention. But more likely it has to do with an intangible quality: presence. Along with her talents as an actress, model, dancer and singer, 20-year-old Daphnee has a knack for being noticed. Not bad for a girl who says that at 16, she was "a skinny little tomboy."
The history teacher outlined an important assignment to the class. In ponderous tones, he stressed that absolutely no excuses for lateness would be accepted, save those for a medically certified illness or a death in the immediate family. A smartass student waved his hand and spoke up. "What about extreme sexual exhaustion, sir?"
Playboy's History of the Sexual Revolution: Hard Times, Part IV, 1930--1939
James R. Petersen
You could spend the rest of your life in front of this newsstand. Rack after rack of magazines held in place by long pieces of wire offer fantastic visions of the future, of the past, of the next few hours. The covers are windows on the world of the beautiful and the bold. Screenland shows a couple locked in a passionate embrace. Film Fun features a sexy starlet on its cover. You stare at a photo of Jean Harlow, the blonde bombshell. Her shimmering nightgown seems to move like a river in moonlight. You think there is nothing on earth as alluring as the sight of nipples under silk. Erect nipples. "Would you be shocked," Harlow had asked in Hell's Angels, "if I put on something more comfortable?" Yes, but go right ahead.
Back in 1976, Cadillac built what it proclaimed would be the last American ragtop--a two-and-one-half-ton Bicentennial Eldorado. At the time, poor sales, stringent safety regulations, changing tastes and the lingering effects of a fuel crisis were forcing automakers to downs-size most of their offerings, and the "Elvis Is King" dreamboats were the first to go. Today, two dozen carmakers offer convertibles, with prices ranging from about $20,000 for the Ford Mustang to about $250,000 for the Lamborghini Diablo VT. A lot happened in those intervening years to regenerate interest (e.g., the Chrysler LeBaron and the Mazda Miata), but the bottom line is this: People love convertibles, and now they have more reasons than ever. A top-down drive is no longer the bugs-in-your-teeth, shake, rattle and roll adventure it once was. Fold-up wind blockers and electric windows keep wind and rain out of your hair, pop-up roll bars reduce the chance of rollover injuries and folding rigid tops improve cold-weather comfort. Some cloth tops can even be raised and lowered with one hand. Try that maneuver in a vintage Austin Healey or MG-TC. On these pages are six models that look great topless. (The cars, guys.) In fact, we thought so highly of the Porsche Boxster at right that we gave one to our Playmate of the Year, Victoria Silvstedt. A coupe version of the Volvo C70, below, is Val Kilmer's choice of wheels in the spy thriller The Saint. We're also giving a thumbs-up to ragtops not pictured on these pages, including the BMW Z3 2.8, Saab's new slick-bodied 900, the now-classic Mazda Miata (due for a restyling soon) and Chrysler's Sebring JXi. Priced around $24,000, the Sebring is arguably the best-looking softtop in its price class. Rest easy, Elvis. There are more convertibles available today than you ever imagined would be on the road. But not one of them is a Caddy.
Just Beyond the fog-shrouded wooden gates, a guard whose arm patch says Skywalker Fire Brigade waves the visitor inside. Within moments, the road opens to Skywalker Ranch--3000 mostly pristine acres of rolling hills in the appropriately named Lucas Valley. There are mountain lions and bobcats in the hills. Cattle roam the meadows. Down a silent winding road, the visitor sees, in the distance, a grandiose Victorian mansion that was designed by George Lucas to serve not only as his haven but as the nerve center of an empire that has grown immense. It is deep in Marin County, in the town of Nicasio, 425 miles north of Hollywood. But in its psychological distance from the movie capital, the ranch that Star Wars built could be, to borrow Lucas' own words, "in a galaxy far, far away."
Action painting? Well, there was Jackson Pollock and Willem de Kooning and Franz Kline and, um, Farrah Fawcett. Actually, Miss Fawcett, the foxiest action painter in art history, came onto the scene considerably later, but there's no question her paintings involve an enormous amount of action. So much action, in fact, that in this case the creative process is at least as picturesque as the pictures themselves. Farrah's artistic influence is the infinitely hip French artist Yves Klein (1928-1962), the painter who used the unclothed female body to apply paint to canvas. In 1960 Klein created his Anthropometrie series using nude models as brushes, swathing them in his signature pigment, International Klein Blue, and dragging them across canvases to the accompaniment of his own musical composition, the Monotone Symphony.
When we started this interview with Jon Lovitz almost seven years ago, he was best known as the Master Thespian on "Saturday Night Live." His impersonations included former Democratic presidential candidate Michael Dukakis and the president of Pathological Liars Anonymous, Tommy Flanagan. When Lovitz exited "SNL' (with great regret) in 1990 to pursue a movie career, he left this interview unfinished because of his intensely demanding schedule. Only now, on the heels of such widely respected achievements as being the voice of cartoon movie reviewer Jay Sherman on "The Critic" on TV, plus roles in "A League of Their Own," "City Slickers II," "Big," "Three Amigos," "North"and "High School High," could Lovitz finally take a break to complete this "20 Questions." Contributing Editor David Rensin had patiently sat by the phone, forsaking all other work, waiting for Lovitz to reschedule. Rensin reports: "As befits his stature, Jon wanted to talk poolside at the Beverly Hills Hotel. For security purposes, the staff had cleared the area of bathers. As the wind swept past the empty cabanas, I took a seat on an adjacent deck chair and flipped on the tape recorder. Lovitz turned to me and, as if the passing years had simply been a feverish dream, said, 'So, as I was saying....' "
Below is a list of retailers and manufacturers you can contact for information on where to find this month's merchandise. To buy the apparel and equipment shown on pages 32, 76-77, 80-85 and 183, check the listings below to find the stores nearest you.
Credits: Photography by: P. 7 Peggy August, David Goodman, Glenda Guion, Pam Marin, Ron Mesaros (3), Rob Rich, Paolo Ventura; P. 14 Stephen Wayda; P. 22 Marc Guillaumot/Courtesy of Cinepix film properties; P. 24 Greg Henry, P. 25 Darryl Estrine/HBO; P. 32 George Georgiou; P. 34 AP/Wide World; P. 36 Robert Becker (2), Georgiou; P. 63 Arny Freytag; P. 69 Wayda (2); P. 70 Janet Gough/Celebrity Photo, Lisa O'Connor/Celebrity photo; P. 87 Guido Argentini/Todd Kaplan Gallery, Los Angeles, 218-931-2218; P. 106 Georgiou; P. 179 Freytag (2); Mary Ann Halpin Photography; P. 180 Mario Casilli (2), Pompeo Posar, PP. 186-187 Georgiou (2), P. 188 Freytag (2), Richard Singer, Wayda, PP. 104, 106-108, 148, 150, 166 Archive photos (2), Archive/Michael Barson Collection, Bygone Designs (2), Corbis/Bettman, Culver Pictures (3), George Hagenauer Collection (2), Jan Rekemeyer Collection the Kobal Collection (3), Photofest (5), Reid Austin Collection (2), P. 114 Courtesy of platinum motors of orange county, CA, PP. 122-123 Hair; Serenella Radelli/Cloutier Agency, Makeup; Mela Murphy, Stylist; Tanya Gill, PP. 122-135 Jewelry by Jacques Joaillier, Beverly Hills, Earrings by Farrah Fawcett and Jacques Joailler, PP. 124-125; 130-135 Hair Ward Stegerhoek/Bryan Bantry Agency, Makeup Joanne Gair/Cloutier Agency, Stylist, Tanya Gill, PP. 126-129 Hair; Serenella Radaelli/Cloutier Agency, Makeup; Antoenella Renyer/Cloutier Agency, Stylist Tanya Gill, P. 138, Styling by Lori Stilson-Armstrong, Grooming by Victoria Bryan, Purple Smoking Jacket Courtesy of "EC2" Elizabeth Courtney Costumes.
Although there will always be a place on our desk for a classic leather-bound organizer, we're also a big fan of electronic versions. Aside from their portability, these smart little gizmos are a superefficient way to keep your life in order. Keyboards and LCD touch screens ensure that your schedule and contact lists remain tidy. Some of the higher-end models are computer-friendly, with features that make it easy to synchronize desktop files with the info you need on the road. There are even new handheld personal computers, such as the Cassiopeia, which run a variation of Windows, allowing you to stay organized--and busy--with word-processing, spreadsheet, e-mail and fax software. Now if only they had that calfskin smell.