Some Magazines look ahead to summer by unveiling new designs for ladies' swimsuits. At Playboy, we like to bypass the bikinis in favor of the women who wear them. This is our first nonswimsuit issue--no distractions, no pretense. The Great Swimsuit Takeoff has a dozen pages of lotion-friendly models in various poses, from wet to wow. Our cover girl, Playmate Marliece Andrada, is also a beach warmer. She has just joined Baywatch, where she'll specialize in jump-starting (and stopping) hearts.
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Special effects are virtually the whole show in Hard Rain (Paramount), which concerns the multimillion-dollar heist of an armored car during a flood in an Indiana town. There's water, water everywhere, and the only people left are Morgan Freeman, as the gang leader, Christian Slater, as the armored-van driver protecting the cash, Randy Quaid, as the town sheriff, and Minnie Driver, Betty White, Ed Asner and a handful of other locals. Most turn out to be corrupt, and all get soaked in the course of this dark, splashy action thriller directed by Mikael Salomon. Hard Rain strains credibility, yet Freeman, Slater and company gamely fight the elements and one another. [rating]2-1/2 bunnies[/rating]
Best known for tackling roles with a Western twang, Chris Cooper, 46, made his mark as a romantic leading man in 1996's Lone Star for director John Sayles. Now he's branching out in the remake of Great Expectations and in Breast Men, with David Schwimmer, an HBO original about two doctors who invented silicone implants. "It's sort of a black comedy, with actresses doing what were called breastamonials." He'll return to form this year in The Horse Whisperer, "as Robert Redford's younger brother, on the ranch back in Montana."
The thing you have to understand about Michael Nin's Diva 4: Sexual Aria (VCA) is that it's strictly girl stuff--girl does girl, girl does vibrator, girl does self (heatedly and repeatedly). And did we mention that the leading ladies are drop-dead gorgeous? As in double-take city? As in, "Are my eyes fooling me or are those supermodels rubbing each other like there's no tomorrow?" Sometimes, guys, they really don't need us.
And you wondered why DVD is so cool. MGM has released a trio of James Bond classics--Dr. No, Goldfinger and From Russia With Love--on DVD, and they all take advantage of the format's versatile technology. Dr. No features scene-access trivia (allowing viewers to hopscotch among noteworthy bits within the film) and a greatest-moments montage; Goldfinger boasts a behind-the-scenes featurette shot during the making of the film; and From Russia With Love includes a "hidden page" menu feature, permitting viewers to search for factoids about the film. All three are THX-certified and include both pan-and-scan and wide-screen formats.
On TV, Cybill Shepherd plays a woman whose world is a grab bag of surprises. In real life, her couchpotato proclivities are just as unpredictable. "I like Sling Blade and Girls Town and anything with Carole Lombard in it, particularly My Man Godfrey, To Be or Not to Be and Twentieth Century. I also love the Lubitsch musicals--The Merry Widow and The Smiling Lieutenant--and the recent love story Up Close and Personal. That movie has a lot of reverberations for me. When I was young, an older man, Peter Bogdanovich, was my mentor and started me out in the business. Robert Bedford's relationship with Michelle Pfeiffer reminded me of that." Shepherd also has special feelings for Spike Lee's Get on the Bus. "This is unusual for me," she admits, "because I generally like movies about women, not men. But Get on the Bus is all about men being vulnerable--and talking about it. It's fantastic."
First Run Features celebrates the blue movie with The Radley Metzger Collection, erotic cult classics directed by the offbeat, provocative Sixties auteur. The hip and hypnotic black-and-white timepieces were among the first to explore such off-limits subjects as lesbianism and prostitution--and they still have a sexy edge. Among the releases: Therese and Isabelle (girl meets girl in French boarding school) and The Alley Cats (socialites, swingers and lounge cats mix, mingle and screw). . . . She's quirky and funny and brilliant. She's also the hippest nun since Sally Fields' flying version. From BBC Video comes Sister Wendy's Story of Painting, a crash course on art history hosted by the engaging Sister Wendy Beckett, a Catholic nun and art historian who's fast becoming England's favorite habit. The five-volume collection covers the masters and their masterpieces--from European cave paintings to Michelangelo's Renaissance renderings to Warhol's pop portraits. Tapes are available separately ($20) or as a set ($100).
Russell Banks is renowned for his novels about America's blood-red river of violence. In Cloudsplitter (Harper Flamingo), he follows it back to its source. The book--an epic 768 pages--is a fictional re-creation of the passionate and erratic life of abolitionist John Brown, who was hanged in 1859 after his failed attack on the Harpers Ferry arsenal. The story is told by his oldest son, Owen, late in his life. He calls it his father's secret history--but it is his own as well. Was John Brown mad, as many historians have suggested? Why would this white man give his life and those of his sons to the cause of freeing slaves? Powerfully told, Cloudsplitter is much more than a historical novel. It is a long meditation on America's shameful enslavement of 4 million people in the land of the free. It's also a captivating portrait of a 19th century family led by a man whose convictions burned like a steady blue fire, but whose complicated (and questionable) methods often hurt his family and left a great deal to be desired. Despite that, as Banks tells it, John Brown was neither a hero nor a madman, quite.
So you think the Internet has made you an authority on everything? Five new offbeat books will challenge that assumption. Did you know that the first condoms were made of linen? Or that the inventor of cornflakes, Dr. John Kellogg, campaigned against female masturbation? For more weird facts, check out An Underground Education (Double-day), by Richard Zacks. Then take a guided tour of 50 of America's strangest institutions in Offbeat Museums (Santa Monica Press), by Saul Rubin. Highlights include a visit to the Barney Smith Toilet Seat Art Museum, the Liberace Museum and the Cockroach Hall of Fame. Beat Spirit (Tarcher), by Mel Ash, is an interactive book of exercises inspired by Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Alan Watts and their cohorts. The book invites you to become invisible and master the art of going sane. Will the year 2000 bring Armageddon or Utopia? The Millennium: A Rough Guide to the Year 2000 (Rough Guides), by Nick Hanna, examines the century's waning moments--festivals, parties and pilgrimages--and discusses hundreds of cults, futurists, visionaries and doomsday sects. And don't miss out on X-Files Confidential (Little, Brown), by Ted Edwards. It will confuse you just as much as the show does.
In the days before topless bars, adult bookstores, massage parlors and sexually oriented chat rooms, the fun came from burlesque. If you weren't lucky enough to experience this rite of passage, The Queens of Burlesque: Vintage Photographs from the 1940s and 1950s (Schiffer Publishing), by Len Rothe, is a visual introduction. Those who remember buying a ticket for the best seat in the house will take a tantalizing trip down memory lane. Queens offers a front-row seat at the burlesque stage--without the comics.
Elmore Leonard leads off an impressive spring mystery list with a surprise: a historical novel that turns out to be a crime caper. In Cuba Libre (Delacorte), bank robber Ben Tyler arrives in Havana harbor three days after the sinking of the Maine in 1898 to sell horses and smuggled guns. As the Spanish-American War explodes, he runs into gun-toting trouble. Once again, Leonard orchestrates a cast of colorful characters with vivid, distinctive voices. In Where Serpents Lie (Hyperion), T. Jefferson Parker creates one of the biggest sickos since Hannibal Lecter. This creep, who calls himself the Horridus, feeds small children to snakes. Lock the doors and turn up the lights. Robert Greer's writing becomes more powerful with each novel. In The Devil's Backbone (Mysterious Press), his Denver-based bail bondsman and detective CJ Floyd investigates the death of a rodeo champ as dead bodies pile up over a diamond mine. In the movie Grosse Pointe Blank we watched a hit man return to his class reunion. Now, in Hit Man (Morrow), Lawrence Block presents a professional killer who is having a midlife crisis. Using his trademark humor, Block explores the anxious thoughts of Keller as he goes about his lethal rounds. Blue Deer, Montana is experiencing a crime wave almost as big as the one that hit Cabot Cove, Maine. Jamie Harrison is there to record it in her third Blue Deer mystery, An Unfortunate Prairie Occurrence (Hyperion). A tough cop at the end of his career obsesses over the death of his son in John Peak's Blood Relations (St. Martin's). Peak uses his experience as a prosecutor in San Francisco to provide the gritty details of this police procedural. Lastly, look for Barry Siegel's The Perfect Witness (Ballantine), a thriller about a pair of lawyers, one of whom ends up in jail, accused of murder. His former partner may be the only person who can save him.
Mase, the 20-year-old protégé of hip-hop producer Sean "Puffy" Combs, has been heard on no fewer than four other artists' hits since the murder of the Notorious B.I.G. On Harlem World (Bad Boy), the New York-based Florida native's flowing drawl is magically articulate. He packs sex appeal that's simultaneously confident and diffident. He isn't above pimp or gangsta talk, but those poses serve only to establish street cred for a good-looking kid who has already set his sights on the romantic durability of an LL Cool J. Party raps like Love U So and the best-selling Feels So Good stand out. But from the fierce 24 Hours to Live to the calm Cheat on You, his rhymes are destined to serve his career well.
Rhythm and blues is suddenly overflowing with sexual come-ons. Two of them take radically different approaches. On My Way (LaFace), the second album by 18-year-old teen dream Usher, makes clear that losing your virginity doesn't mean surrendering all of its useful charms. Next's Rated Next (Arista) is by three Twin Cities harmonizers who are obviously influenced by their famous neighbor Prince. Next is considerably more explicit than Usher. Male and female genitalia get loving attention and, in general, carnality is viewed as a good excuse for love rather than vice versa.
Even though its live album, The Song Remains the Same, was a mushy disappointment, Led Zeppelin has been the biggest influence on riff-based blues-rock over the past 20 years. Guitarist Jimmy Page recently unearthed BBC Sessions (Atlantic), a raw, exhilarating two-disc live set of Led Zep in its prime. Recorded in London and Paris between 1969 and 1971, these songs are fresh, focused performances of the band's top material, and feature superb improvisations that are never self-indulgent. Robert Plant is forceful rather than florid, and Page's guitar excursions are brilliant.
Who's the greatest rapper? LL Cool J, the Notorious B.I.G. or Snoop Doggy Dogg work for some fans. But I think Rakim is the one. Just over ten years ago, he introduced a blend of poetic lyrics and laconic delivery that many have imitated but none have matched. The first disc of his two-CD set, The 18th Letter/The Book of Life (Universal), has 15 cuts of rhythmic complexity and vivid imagery. Follow the Leader, Know the Ledge and Move the Crowd are gems he recorded with his ex-DJ Eric B. On the second disc, Rakim offers ten new tracks of quality New York hip-hop that emphasize all his skills. The Mystery (Who Is God?) lays out Rakim's religious views. That's the kind of thing you don't hear too often from hip-hop in the Nineties.
How great an R&B band did Lowell Fulson run? Ray Charles remains proud to have played piano in it. The Complete Chess Masters (MCA) isn't Chicago blues--instead it's full of jumping, horn-driven West Coast R&B, including Fulson's biggest hit, Reconsider Baby.
It shouldn't be a surprise to hear the sounds of Caribbean nightlife on a record produced by Keith Richards. But when those sounds are made by crickets and tree frogs, something strange is at work. In the case of Wingless Angels (Mindless/Island Jamaica), Keith's recording of a Rastafarian Nyabinghi drum group, it's a prelude to some of the most beautifully organic music ever waxed. This isn't a star's attempt to appropriate roots music. It feels more like a campfire documentary. Richards plays on the record, and he brought along a few friends. Wingless Angels mostly bases itself in quietly sensuous rhythms and sinuous vocal harmonies. Parts of it sound so ancient it's easy to imagine they originated in Africa. Other parts are unmistakably the roots of today's reggae. Songs like On Mount Zion I and Rasta Army are buoyed by abundant mysticism. Richards and his friends join in mostly to make sure the spirit translates to our ears. To me, it sounds as if for Keith, songs such as Roll Jordan Roll and Rivers of Babylon are as close as he gets to prayer.
With his long white beard, grandfatherly vibe and plaintive voice, Utah Phillips looks like Santa Claus and sings like Willie Nelson. His accompaniment is usually just one acoustic guitar. It takes a certain amount of courage or presumption to present yourself so nakedly. The Telling Takes Me Home (Rounder) is a collection of old songs that were written or unearthed by Phillips. An anarchist labor organizer, he has a wonderful talent for bringing American history to life. What's wrong with learning something about how the world works while you are humming along?: "Once I paid my taxes and followed every rule./Banker, boss and bureaucrat thought me a willing tool./I voted Democratic and paid the church its due./ Now all those swine will have to find/Some other chump to screw."
Elvis Costello's Extreme Honey: The Very Best of the Worner Bros. Years (Warner Bros.) deserves a swift kick. Oh, Veronica is a nice piece of minor McCartney, but for the most part, this collection proves that Costello is the world's most overrated songwriter. There's more art, more fun and better vocals--by far--on AC/DC's five-disc retrospective, Bonfire. High energy is still the name of the game, in my book.
Urbal Beats (Polygram) is an essential introduction to European electronic dance music. Prodigy, Portishead and the Chemical Brothers are included, as is Future Sounds of London, not nearly so well known in the States. Electronic music didn't become the next big thing, but there's a lot of diversity and charm to it. Maybe Beats will turn the curious into converts.
Musically, neither pianist Fred Hersch nor arranger Bill Holman have much in common with Thelonious Monk. But Holman and Hersch have both created new albums that illustrate the endless possibilities of Monk's music. On the solo piano album Thelonious (Nonesuch), Hersch reveals his deep insight into the machinery of Monk's compositions. He explores and reinterprets these tunes the way classicists handle Bach. And on the big-band album Brilliant Corners (JVC), Holman's writing is magic. His techniques, concepts and even the rhythms he employs are almost 180 degrees from the master, yet he paradoxically brings the songs into focus as clearly as Monk.
There are two ways to get a feel for the San Joaquin Valley. Hightail it down California State Highway 99, or listen to Sandy Rogers' Green Moon (www.rattlerec ords.com). Rogers is a songwriter who lives on an almond orchard in the Valley. Her raspy blues vocals drive the searing Stax-Volt-influenced Trailer Up on a Hill and the traditional honky-tonk Wait & Wait & Wait, Rogers wrote several songs for Fool for Love, Robert Altman's film version of Sam Shepard's play. Sandy Rogers has embraced the rugged, empathetic detail of Shepard's work. Coincidentally, he's her older brother.
There is a scene in Moby Dick when the whale-obsessed Ahab, standing on the deck of the Pequod, screams the eternal lament of metaphysics into the wind: "Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar?" The question comes to mind in connection with the recent arrest of a 29-year-old employee at Morgan Stanley, Dean Witter for selling inside information. What Marisa Baridis did--if indeed she did it--is illegal, and she could wind up going to prison. Yet what she allegedly did is hardly unique in this runaway bull market. Insider trading is so rampant that the perpetrators barely bother to disguise their activities anymore. Nimble investors can profit legally by following in the footsteps left by insider traders.
I could feel a horrible mood speeding into my brain. It was a strange, foreign mood, not the usual "I just suck, is all" but an opaque blackness that within the hour had overwhelmed me. Within two hours, I found myself pacing and muttering, "I want to kill myself. I want to kill myself."
If George Jetson were driving today, he would likely drive the F300 Life Jet by Mercedes-Benz, a one-of-a-kind concept vehicle that combines the thrill and agility of a motorcycle with the comfort of a car. The two-seat three-wheeler has a 100-horsepower four-cylinder engine borrowed from the new Mercedes-Benz A-class, an active tilt-control system for high-speed cornering and a zero-to-60 time of about seven seconds. Plus, the 156-inch-long vehicle goes up to 130 miles per hour and has detachable plastic roof panels for high-speed cruising in warm weather. The bad news is that the F300 isn't for sale, though it's currently touring auto shows around the world. Maybe if we all start bitching. . . .
The folding suit bag hasn't solved all of modern man's travel problems. It doesn't always fit in an overhead compartment, and unless you're in first class, airline personnel tend to balk at hanging them up. If airlines follow through on their threats to restrict passengers to one carry-on bag, you'll need to learn the lost art of folding a suit. Our source is Stanley Ager, the ur-butler whose Ager's Way to Easy Elegance is a recherche hoot. We tried the method diagrammed below on two recent trips and our suit survived beautifully. Let your suit rest on a hanger for a few hours before you need to put it on. Finally, hang it in the bathroom when you take a shower to relax any wrinkles that haven't disappeared already.
Those who have acquired a taste for French wines have noticed their recent skyrocketing prices. A lot of money from Asia, South and Central America, China and Russia has been chasing after the premiere crus of Burgundy and Bordeaux. The intelligent wine drinker is wise to look elsewhere. Fortunately, Italian winegrowers are doing excellent work, and the 1997 vintage may prove to be spectacular. Angelo Gaja, whose Barolos and Barbarescos are wonderful examples of the wine maker's art, has said that 1997 "will be regarded as one of the greatest, if not the greatest, vintages of the 20th century." Although the wines from this season will take many years to age properly, there are several excellent vintages that are ready for you to enjoy. Seek out the Piedmont wines (Barolo, Barbaresco) from Angelo Gaja, Aldo Conterno and Vietti. Often, these wines are from single vineyards. Vintages that are fit to drink include the 1971, 1979, 1982 and 1986. Also investigate the wines of Tuscany, particularly Chianti Classico and Brunello di Montalcino. The Vino da Tavolas (table wines) are among the most modestly priced, but many can be excellent, depending on the producer, Antinori, for example, is highly regarded, particularly its vintages of 1990, 1988, 1986, 1985 and 1982. For more on the top producers and vintages, consult the section on Italian wines in Parker's Wine Buyer's Guide by Robert Parker. In the meantime, sip a 1971 Barolo from Aldo Conterno.
Porsche brings its expertise to the road again in the form of two high-performance mountain bikes, Bike S (suspension, shown here) and Bike FS (full suspension), Handbuilt by Vortec (a company with plenty of motorcycle savvy), the bikes have hydraulic brakes, strong--yet light--frames and long-travel front forks (the FS has long-travel rear suspension as well). Prices: $2500 and $4500.
Though we think of steak as prototypically American, the French seem to have an edge when it comes to cooking one, especially in their bistros. Among the many variations, this is our favorite. Put a medium-size (a pound or a pound and a half) flank steak in a shallow dish. Pour over it a tablespoon or so of both extra virgin olive oil and a good soy sauce. Season with freshly ground pepper and salt. Pierce the steak with a fork several times on both sides. Let marinate for half an hour. Heat a skillet (cast iron is good; one that is ribbed will also work) on high until a drop of water evaporates on contact. Sear the steak for 2-1/2 minutes on one side, a minute or two on the other. Remember to turn off the smoke alarm; the cooking can produce quite a fog. Let the steak rest for at least ten minutes. This will allow the juices to be retained in the meat's fibers. Slice on the bias, and garnish with sautéed shallots and fresh parsley.
The PGA National Resort and Spa in Palm Beach, Florida (just 15 miles from the airport) offers the best of two worlds--golf and leisure. There are five 18-hole tournament courses: the Champion (redesigned by Jack Nicklaus and the site of the annual PGA Seniors Championship), the General (which is about as Scottish as you can get this side of Saint Andrews), the Squire (a "thinking man's" course, which mixes up fairway woods with precise shots onto the greens), the Haig (for anyone, from novice to pro) and the Estate (the site of the PGA's Professional Winter Tournament Program). But you don't go to this resort just to putter around. Its 15,000-square-foot spa boasts a two-to-one staff-to-guest ratio and offers more than 100 pampering services, including haircuts, facials, body wraps and 13 different massages. (The sports massage is especially effective on sore muscles.) The soak pools (one is pictured at left) are infused with imported mineral salts, and there's a martini-and-cigar bar just off the putting green, to ensure that your body maintains a sinful equilibrium. (In addition to a well-stocked humidor, there are 12 kinds of martinis and a selection of vintage ports.) And if you want a break from the links, head to the tennis courts, croquet lawn or sailing lake. Call 800-633-9150 for details and reservations.
Identical brand names have been a problem in the cigar industry since manufacturers fled Cuba after Fidel Castro's takeover. Although company owners took the brand names with them, Castro kept making the cigars. That's why we have dualnationality Partagas, Upmann and Punch brands, for example. In 1968 Castro introduced an exceptional cigar, the Cohiba, and for years the only way you could get one was from Castro himself or from someone in his inner circle. Now there's a new Cohiba that's hand-rolled in the Dominican Republic. Its Cuban-seed filler, Indonesian binder and Cameroon wrapper make it a sophisticated smoke, available in nine sizes, priced from about $7 to $15. Sorry, Fidel, it's not available in Cuba.
As if an automated teller machine on every corner isn't enough to drain your bank account, Citibank and San Francisco-based VeriFone are introducing personal ATMs for the home. The machines dispense electronic cash (rather than the cold, hard variety) on "smart cards" that can be used at most establishments where credit cards are accepted. The personal ATM connects to your telephone, so you can call your bank to check balances, transfer funds between accounts and download e-cash. New Yorkers are getting the first crack at this technology, and Citibank plans a nationwide rollout later this year. The risk? The card is like real money. Losing it after making a $100 transfer is like dropping a C-note on the sidewalk.
You don't have to be a VIP to get special treatment. The key is to tip early and often. Give the doorman, the bellhop and the maid each $5 the first time you see them, whether or not you need extra attention. Make sure the concierge and the manager know your name--contrive some reason to consult them (about a jogging route, a future stay, whatever). Tip for each extra effort. Remember the names of staff members and call them by name at every opportunity. If you make them feel important, they'll do the same for you. Your fame will precede you.
There is no wrong time to go to Santa Fe. The high desert climate is interesting during any season, and the town itself is still a quirky delight, despite its growing popularity. But what makes Santa Fe a great getaway destination is the Inn of the Anasazi, an intimate luxury hotel in the heart of the historic and cultural center of town. The 51 guest rooms and eight suites all have kiva fireplaces, and the furniture is handcrafted in the region. The rooms themselves are designed in traditional Santa Fe style: vigas and latillas form the beam-and-pole ceilings. The effect is stunningly cozy. Additionally, on-staff guides can escort guests to the Anasazi ruins or the eight pueblos nearby. Gallery and museum tours are available as well. Santa Fe is known for its competitive dining environment, and the inn's own restaurant, presided over by executive chef Flynt Payne, is among the finest in town.
Changing your prescription lenses to sunglasses is a snap, thanks to a line of magnetic frames from Takumi. Designed by fashion photographer Ira Lerner and worn by such Hollywood heavyweights as Steven Spielberg, Michelle Pfeiffer, Bruce Willis and John Travolta, the frames contain magnets that secure sunshades coated for protection from both UV-A and UV-B rays. About 30 styles are available (#871 is shown here) in both men's and women's versions. The frames cost $350 to $400, in eyewear stores.
My boyfriend almost always wakes up with an erection. When I ask him why, he says he's been dreaming about me. I'm not that gullible. Is there a medical reason for morning erections?--M.B., Birmingham, Alabama
Come and get it! The Internet won't be unfettered for long. Last fall, Senator Dan Coats (R-Ind.), one of the original sponsors of the Communications Decency Act, returned for round two. The original CDA outlawed "indecent" material anywhere on the Net. Coats' new-and-improved version targets for-profit Web sites, requiring that they bar anyone 17 or younger from seeing images that might "harm" them. Violators would face up to six months in jail and a $50,000 fine.
When the mayor of Boston heard that teenagers were accessing pornographic Web sites at the city library, he was outraged. He demanded that the Boston Public Library and its 25 branches install software that would block sex and other dangerous ideas. The local police even placed a friendly call to the library staff to express their concern. Within 48 hours, the city had spent $1250 on 250 copies of Cyber Patrol. Officials in Seattle, Orlando, Pittsburgh. Salt Lake City, Jacksonville, Florida and Loudoun County, Virginia have taken similar action.
Imagine our surprise a few weeks ago when, after we notified the winners of the Hugh M. Hefner First Amendment Awards, two associate superintendents from the San Francisco Unified School District wrote the Playboy Foundation to offer their regrets. "We believe that to accept an award, no matter how well intentioned, from a foundation which represents an adult magazine and adult products would represent a tacit endorsement of those products."
It may stand as the most famous kiss in American cinema. Last fall in the comedy "In and Out," Tom Selleck, playing a Geraldoesque reporter for a TV tabloid newsmagazine, locked lips with his co-star, Kevin Kline, who was playing a gay schoolteacher in deep denial. Well, he was in denial--until that smacker.
What Phil Panzarella says can lead to murder and suicide. In conversation, he adopts the kind of tone you can imagine Bogart or Cagney taking when offering curt assurances there will be no more trouble from the likes of Legs Diamond. His voice is capable of rich inflections of empathy and irony, but its primary quality is blunt force, and Panzarella can wield it like an angry drunk with a crowbar. A New York Police Department lieutenant in his 33rd year of service, Panzarella has the resources of a 38,000-member, multibillion-dollar police department at his disposal, but it is his voice alone on which he depends in his role as a hostage negotiator, on those unexpected occasions that demand it. "One of the first things you learn is you can't learn it," he says. "But I had good teachers."
Twenty-year-old actress Jaime Pressly remembers the day she fell in love with performing. "I was three years old and in my first dance recital. I realized the crowd was laughing and clapping for me--that I was amusing them. It was the best feeling in the world." Seventeen years and a slew of dance lessons later, the daughter of Brenda (a choreographer) and Jimmy ("my hilarious dad") is a fast-rising star on-screen. So far she has appeared as Drew Barrymore's body double in Poison Ivy and snagged a three-picture deal with New Line Cinema, including the lead in Poison Ivy: The New Seduction. But life hasn't always been easy for this native of Kinston, North Carolina. When her parents divorced, Jaime went through "rebellious hell." The then 15-year-old clashed with her parents and headed to Japan to model for two months. "I grew up fast," Jaime says. Though she's making a name for herself in Tinseltown, Jaime will stay true to her roots. "You can take me out of the South, but you can't take the South out of me."
After college, dating becomes an increasingly complex and frustrating endeavor. Simply finding women is tough. Freaky as most college women seem, they aren't too difficult to track down. Just go to class or hang out at the local bar--you're bound to bump into one. And unlike in the real world, you're guaranteed to have something in common with them. You're both going to college--the same college--so you already have something to talk about, Even guys with limited imaginations can ask "What's your major?" and probably do all right. It's a winwin situation that, sadly, doesn't exist ouside the comfy confines of higher learning.
For most men, fashion is like grammar. The average guy knows when something is right or wrong--he just can't explain why. This is particularly true when it comes to the type of subtle shifts that define spring 1998. We've sifted through the endless variations in each designer's new collection to acquaint you with the broader trends. You'll be happy to know that designers are in synch about color: Think brown, khaki and tan and lighter tones of pale. You will also want to buy a pale, striped rep tie. Spring means lightweight fabrics, but this season you'll see and feel materials with plenty of texture. Look for tone-on-tone plaids, and make sure the patterns are small. Soon, you too will be giving lessons on the elements of style.
Critics' Choice: The 25 Best Restaurants in America
Alot has changed since our Critics' Choice lists of America's best restaurants were first published in the early Eighties. On those lists, the most recognizable names were André Soltner of Lutèce and Alice Waters of Chez Panisse, and ascending culinary stars Paul Prudhomme of K-Paul's Louisiana Kitchen and Wolfgang Puck of Spago. Many of the restaurants were French, some were Italian and only one, K-Paul's, was obviously heretical, though Michael's of Santa Monica pushed the envelope with its California (i.e., new American) cuisine.
A year ago Marliece Andrada landed her first major television role, as a mermaid on Bay-watch. Now the 25-year-old Californian is a regular member of the cast. She's the latest leggy beauty to star in the world's most-watched TV show.
Keller, reaching for a red carnation, paused to finger one of the green ones. Kelly green it was, and vivid. Maybe it was an autumnal phenomenon, he thought. The leaves turned red and gold, the flowers turned green.
It's royal, it's electric, it's true. From the courtroom to the sales desk, blue is becoming a popular alternative to workday white. A blue shirt is the perfect defense against suit-sneer (that oh-so-blatant look from women in trendy bars who are quick to peg you as a corporate casualty). Sure, you have to be careful about tie selection. But the loss of versatility is more than made up for by the bold style statement. All the shirts pictured here add a shot of color to the narrow slice of shirt and tie between your lapels (think of it as the critical V). Look for shirts with moderate spread collars and set them off with ties that have fat knots. And if people question your new blast of color, just tell them everyone goes through a blue period.
He shares his name and his job as head of a catalog company with the Mr. Peterman character on "Seinfeld." While the fictional Peterman employs Elaine (Julia Louis-Dreyfus), the real John Peterman confronts a marketing challenge: how to convert all those "Seinfeld" viewers into customers. "About 70 percent of the people who know the name from the show don't know we're a real company," says Peterman. "We did research on it."
When Playboy introduced Erika Eleniak as Miss July in 1989, she had just taped a TV pilot about lifeguards. "It's just another job," Erika said then. Nine years later--who knew?--the show, Baywatch, is an international phenomenon and Erika is an international star. At the age of 28, she has appeared in TV series and movies, feature films (including E.T. and The Beverly Hillbillies) and on a CD-ROM, Panic in the Park. Although life hasn't always been a beach for the self-proclaimed wild child who decided to kick her bad habits at 17, we'll never forget how she heated up the sand.
He couldn't act, wasn't particularly good-looking and wasn't too bright. He was a liar, a thief and a crack junkie who was accused of taking part in the grisly murders of four people who were savagely beaten to death. Just about the only thing John C. Holmes -- a.k.a. Johnny Wadd--had going for him was his magnificent dick: 14 inches long, as thick as a wrist, closer to a Louisville Slugger than any other cock ever put on film. It was enough to earn him several million dollars for the more than 500 X-rated feature films he made. Enough to inspire, ten years after his death, Boogie Nights, a movie based loosely on his years as the one and only male porn actor to achieve the marquee status of the female stars. And though critics have generally loved the movie, those who knew Holmes, those who worked with him in the outlaw world of the early hard-core business, tell a much darker and more sinister story about the life of the man they still call the King of Porn. And, unlike the movie's, the ending to their story isn't a happy one.
Wristwatches have turned techno. In addition to managing the mundane task of keeping time, they're doubling as pagers, e-mail devices and even personal electronic organizers. Fortunately, the extra functions won't weigh you down, but you'll have to spend a few minutes with a manual to make sense of it all.
It's that time of year when we all start thinking about the beach. It's also the time of year when some magazine publishers forgo their usual editorial mix and devote entire issues to the celebration of the swimsuit. They do this for a good reason: They like swimsuits. And they like to fly high-profile models to exotic locations. We understand completely. We have been known to peek at those issues--they certainly are welcome changes from the coy wordplay and occasional sermonizing. But we had a notion to improve on the idea. We thought we'd take a less-inhibited approach and include women wearing only a portion of a swimsuit, or a whisper of a swimsuit, or women who were only considering wearing a swimsuit. And thanks to these wonderful models, we think we did it particularly well. Enjoy the beach.
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 26--27, 39, 41, 82--85, 110--111, 123 and 171, check the listings below to find the stores nearest you.
That reminds me of our trip to Afghanistan. We lost our corkscrew and were forced to survive for several days on food and water." This quote, attributed to W.C. Fields, pretty much sums up this indispensable item of barware. Today, there are styles galore and we've featured four of the best, ranging from an elegant sterling silver one that comes fitted in its own leather case to a lever-pull model that does the job in a second, plus a pair of champagne pliers to help you come to grips with your favorite bubbly. For the truly twisted, there's a coffe-table book appropriately titled Corkscrews (Schiffer Publishing, $79.95) that explores the history of the device, and a curious club named the International Correspondence of Corkscrew Addicts.