Some Guys have all the luck. Some guys have all the fame. Some guys have all the girls. There's one magazine that has all three. You're holding our bachelor party Son of the Beach blanket bingo in Vegas issue. Leading the pack is our Indian bike-riding buddy Gorgeous George Clooney. What's remarkable about Clooney isn't his hold over women--that's a given, thanks to ER--but his appeal among men predisposed to envy him. Add his work in Out of Sight and Three Kings, and you'll understand the sound and fury heralding his new movie about a deadly northeaster. Bernard Weinraub of The New York Times caught up with Clooney in the calm before The Perfect Storm for an upright Playboy Interview.Carson Daly, the savior of MTV, is another man who does a solid job despite his good looks. He used to do his radio show at KROQ dressed in a swag T-shirt and boxers--an image that will fill his female fans with dewy inspiration. In a 20 Questions with Warren Kalbacker, the host of Total Request Live embraces his role as the second coming of Dick Clark. He also says he prefers golf to groupies and marvels at today's acne-free kids. Speaking of popsters, Daly praises a certain boy group that made it onto one of our slamming single-page features. Check out 'N Sync, 'N Sane. Then get Down With the Farm. It's a rapid-fire report on Farm club.com--the new challenge to Daly's constitutional, TRL. But perhaps you're in the mood to sun worship. Our cover girl, Jaime Bergman (Miss January 1999), makes it easy to enjoy Howard Stern's new comedy, Son of the Beach. ''The scripts,'' she says, ''are unbelievable.'' So are her suits.
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Billy crudup's natural likability is put to the test in Jesus' Son (Lions Gate), an adaptation of Denis Johnson's well-regarded book of short stories about a young man nicknamed FH (for Fuck Head) who's caught up in the drug culture of the Seventies. Crudup's charisma is essential to the film because there is no intrinsic reason to care about his character, nor his misadventures. He narrates the film in a nonlinear fashion, but the novelty wears off quickly, leaving us with a series of vignettes in which FH encounters various troubled characters (played, in cameos, by Denis Leary, Dennis Hopper and Holly Hunter), as well as the woman with whom he forms the closest thing to a lasting relationship in his life (Samantha Morton, an Oscar nominee this year for Woody Allen's Sweet and Lowdown). There are moments of humor and poignancy along the way, but not enough.[bunnies]
After two decades of performing stand-up comedy, Kevin Pollak felt he had finally left his former profession behind and become a full-fledged actor when he turned down a lucrative gig this past New Year's Eve. I suspect audiences made that adjustment even sooner. Following his breakthrough co-starring role in Barry Levinson's Avalon in 1990, Pollak carved out a prolific career as a supporting actor in film after film: LA Story, A Few Good Men, Grumpy Old Men (and its sequel), Indian Summer, The Usual Suspects and Casino, to name just a few. He recently tackled his first bona fide starring role, as the president of the U.S., no less, in Rod Lurie's Deterrence, and appeared in The Whole Nine Yards with Bruce Willis; among his upcoming releases are Steal This Movie! and The Wedding Planner. One of Pollak's mentors was the busiest character actor of the Eighties, the late J.T. Walsh, whom he met while shooting A Few Good Men. Having no formal acting training, the comedian discussed technique with Walsh. Walsh told him, ''Less is good. Nothing is better.'' Pollak's forte during his comedy-club years was doing impressions; now he uses that skill for fun. ''Nothing delights me more than calling my agent's new assistant and pretending to be Alan Arkin,'' he says, lapsing into his dead-on imitation of the veteran actor. He once left a message on Arkin's machine--as Arkin--momentarily confusing the actor as to whether he'd actually left a message for himself. When I asked Pollak which film people most often mention when they stop him on the street, he told me that there is no one picture that stands out--which he rightly takes as a high compliment. As often as not, people simply tell him, ''You do good work.'' And he does. --L.M.
Last year at the high-profile Sundance Film Festival, specialized film distributors engaged in a bidding war for rights to one of the competition's genuine sleepers, a clever comedy called Happy, Texas, starring Jeremy Northam, Steve Zahn, Illeana Douglas, Ally Walker, Ron Perlman and William H. Macy. Filmmaker Mark Illsley had raised the feature's $1.4 million budget himself, calling on relatives and friends, and submitted the movie cold to Sundance.
''I don't have a favorite movie,'' says Vince McMahon, chairman of the World Wrestling Federation, ''but I'm easily entertained. In my business, I have to think a lot, so when I watch a movie, I don't want to have to think through a plot. I thought Eyes Wide Shut was the worst damn movie I sat through in a long time. I hated it. I like comedies, especially Austin Powers and all of Jim Carrey's movies.'' --Susan Karlin
Before I Want to Hold Your Hand, before the screaming girls, Ed Sullivan, marriages, drugs, smart remarks and fame, John, Paul, George, Stu Sutcliffe, Pete Best and Ringo went to Germany. There, in the company of a bohemian crowd that included photographer Astrid Kirchherr and musician and artist Klaus Voormann, the boys gained confidence playing every night and turned themselves into the Beatles. Astrid and Klaus chronicled it, and now Govinda Gallery and Genesis Publications make it possible to buy a piece of history. Hamburg Days, a two-volume boxed set (in a limited edition of 2500) autographed by Kirchherr and Voormann, includes never-before-published photographs, original drawings, a foreword by George Harrison and a chronicle of those heady days. It can be yours for $465. To order, or for more information, call 800-775-1111. What will grab you instantly is that 40 years later, it's still a thrill to think of them then, tuning up--badly--in the Kaiserkeller, getting ready to do Dizzy Miss Lizzy. Hamburg Days is nostalgic but not sentimental. --Barbara Nellis
It was a warm evening in Chicago. I was seated in my study, trying to write yet another Men column for my faithful Playboy readers. My significant other was in the bedroom, jogging on her treadmill while watching Doug Flutie lead the Buffalo Bills to victory on videotape. (FYI: If Little Dougie ever moves to Chicago permanently, I will be toast, because my beloved will be on his doorstep as soon as he arrives, sobbing like an orphan in spandex and begging him to let her in.)
Everything I ever needed to know about dating I learned from women. Lesson number one: If you want to get laid, act as if her panties are never coming off. Foreplay forever, even if your hard-on has more surface tension than an overinflated bicycle tire. If you're patient, you may take her from an uneasy maybe to a lusty yes. At the age of 15, I lost my virginity to a 20-year-old by unwittingly following this philosophy for months. Not anticipating that we'd ever actually do it, I learned to savor everything that came before sex. I licked and sucked and nuzzled and gnawed and caressed and ground my palm against that flat area between her thighs. I concentrated on the moment, not on the result. All of a sudden, she was digging her nails into my back and demanding sex. Of course, after a few thrusts I was reduced to a wet pimiento, but by that point, she didn't care.
The Modern Fan Co.'s Orbis model (pictured below) is probably as beautiful a ceiling fan as you can buy. The body is hand-turned mahogany and there's no light to mess up its symmetry. The matching plywood laminate blades are available in both 42- and 52-inch diameters and the rotor and ceiling canopy are polished aluminum. Inside, there's a motor that's as strong as a Clydesdale. The fan works with both flat and sloped ceilings. Price: $490. Ask about other models when checking out the Orbis.
Oil and vinegar are the most powerful ingredients in your kitchen chemistry set. Put them together and you have a basic salad dressing. Use them in marinades, in a déglace or as the finishing touch to pasta or grilled meats. Jean-François Plante's Oils and Vinegars is a complete guide to these two essential cooking ingredients. He offers a brief history of each, lists the available types of oils and vinegars, and explains the differences between virgin, extra-virgin, cold- and hot-pressed oil and how to shop for and store each (''unlike wine, oil does not improve with age; vinegar, on the other hand, can be kept for years''). But most useful is advice on how to make flavored oils and vinegars, marinades, mayonnaise and vinaigrettes and how they enliven food. It's not enough to put a little spice in your life anymore.
Arsenio Hall, who's currently dividing his time between stand-up comedy and developing a project with HBO, says his favorite designer for casual clothes is Ralph Lauren, and for dresswear, Donna Karan. Shoes are difficult ''because I have big feet. You know what they say about guys with big feet--uh, big shoes. I need an air traffic controller to bring my shoes out of the back room.'' Hall also loves hats. ''I'll put a boot on my head and say, 'Yo baby, check this out.''' G. Gordon Liddy, who currently portrays a crime lord in 18 Wheels of Justice on TNN, says his favorite designer is Ermenegildo Zegna, ''but I also like articles of clothing that are part of my military uniforms.'' Liddy is a pilot and parachutist and he dresses for these roles. But when he hosts his radio show he wears a suit and tie ''to show respect to guest senators and presidential candidates. I like to look professional while I'm working.''
Oxo Good Grips tools are hand-friendly and they look neat, too. The New York Times called the line one of the 50 most important design milestones of the century. But the beauty of each of the products pictured here is more than skin-deep. The housing on the 25-foot tape measure ($16) is smaller than conventional models, and is thus easier to hold. The 10-ounce hammer ($20) features a shock-absorbent grip that's molded onto the shaft. The retractable utility knife ($12) is nonslip. Extra blades can be stored in the handle. Oxo Good Grips screwdrivers are priced from $3 to $10, and the handles are proportionally sized ''to match the job,'' not just shrunk for smaller models. Look for all these tools in hardware stores nationwide.
Ultrapremium vodka. You can't get more ultrapremium than Red Army vodka (pictured here), an 80-proof liquor originally created for Soviet military commanders. The vodka's 750ml bombshell bottle looks as if it should be disposed of in an ordnance dump rather than in a garbage can. Price: about $25. • Specialty 35mm one-time-use cameras. The Fujifilm Quicksnap Golf is designed for duffers who want to improve their swing. The camera delivers 15 exposures, each with eight frames showing the progression of a swing (think of it as one print divided into eight sections). The price for the camera is $20, not including developing. Send an exposure and $10 to Bill Forrest, the director of golf instruction, TPC of Scottsdale, Arizona, and he'll analyze your swing. •Martini websites. One of the best is martinisonline.com, a site devoted to the silver bullet. A recipe search, martini lounges around the world, books on the subject and a section for beginners titled ''Getting Started in the Wonderful World of Martinis'' are just a few of the elements. •Nonskip CD players. Sony's new Walkman D-EJ915 is small, sleek and totally skipproof. Plus, its rechargeable nickel-hydride batteries have a life of 62 hours, making it great for travel. Price: about $200.
My girlfriend and I have had numerous discussions regarding the sexual performance of lesbians. What can I say--we're fascinated by the idea of two women together. We've speculated on how lesbians achieve mutual sexual satisfaction, and we thought the Advisor could fill us in on the facts. What are the most common sexual activities among lesbians?--F.G., Beloit, Wisconsin
The evidence is in: Americans are fat. According to the National Institutes of Health, excess weight contributes to more than 300,000 deaths each year. That's more deaths than are caused by heroin and cocaine combined. In a culture that glamorizes overeating (''supersize it!''), defeating fat is a losing battle. But what if the government took the same hard-line approach that Barry McCaffrey has taken in the government's war on drugs? Here's what might happen:
Last year, when a team from Playboy.com made its first pilgrimage to Mardi Gras, it took along Bunny beads to toss to the most enthusiastic women in the crowds. This past March the magazine ran a pictorial featuring some of the women who earned beads, and the online crew planned its return.
On Ventura Boulevard in the San Fernando Valley, George Clooney walks into the decidedly untrendy Du-Pars, a restaurant chain known for its homemade pies. The cashier brightens and calls out, ''Hey George.''
Go ahead, admit it. The instant you saw this feature, a tingle went up your spine and a few choice words sprang to mind. Words such as hot, spicy, passionate, romantic. Or perhaps your thoughts traveled immediately to exotic origins. Havana, Buenos Aires, Mexico City. When you think Latin, you think of the climate. Hot, steamy days; sultry nights. And those soothing siestas required to get you through the days and get the most out of the nights. When you think Latin, you think dancing. Tango, rumba, samba, bossa nova, macarena, merengue. And when the dancing starts, anything can happen.
We've been trying to ignore 'N Sync for more than two years. (After all, who wants to read about a bunch of grown men who dance like cheerleaders and are the antithesis of cool?) But when a 19-year-old girl from the University of Wisconsin bid $1025 on eBay for a piece of Lance's half-eaten French toast, we realized the harmonic quintet has become too huge to disparage. To quote Orlando's first boy band, the Backstreet Boys, 'N Sync is larger than life. For now, anyway.
Don't Pet The Donkey: An Oral History of Bachelor Parties
They say the wilder the bachelor party, the better the marriage. Right--try telling that to your girlfriend. Will you learn something from having your forehead sandpapered smooth by the crotch of some minx in a G-string? Maybe, but you're sure to forget it by morning. As these tales from anonymous--and mostly untrustworthy--sources make clear, repeating the stories is your reward for surviving the parties intact. Naturally, all the names have been changed.
Fashion gets a grip: The golf explosion is impossible to ignore. Flags are everywhere Zandl Group, a market research firm, says golf tops a list of sports that are ''getting cooler'' among respondents in their 20s. In the study, golf--the nine-strake leoder at 76 percent--beat out mountain biking (67 percent) and snowboarding (58 percent). Considering the most popular sport among marketers is separating a 25-year old from his money, that's a big number. Above left, fat friendly sleeveless V necks lead a parode of white shirts. From left to right. Sigthor is wearing a wind shirt by Hugo Boss Golf, while Eric is buttoned up in a shirt by the Gap. That's a Bobby Jones tank top on Christine, a GA Golf polo shirt and sunglasses on Jeff and a Tommy Hilfiger sleeveless sweater on Antonios Fashion is linked to music these days and musicians it seems can't do without golf. Punk band NOFX even likes to organize tours at locations near golf courses. So don't be surprised to look up at your next show and find the lead singer in this zip front vest by GA Golf (left). The nylon pants are by Hugo Boss Golf, sandals are by Bite and sunglasses are by Nautica. The group shot opposite reflects the sport's fresher fairways. Clockwise from the top. Antonios lazes on a golf bag by Prada. He's wearing a polo by Nike and trousers by Burberry Golf. A Bobby Jones shirt and silver shorts by Fila adorn Christine. Sigthor has on a polo and pants by GA Golf and sunglasses by Giorgio Armani Jeff is in a sweater and trousers by Hugo Boss Golf. A cotton tank by Nautica livens up Eric's look, along with trousers by Polo Golf.
Sex is a huge part of my life,'' says Natacha Merritt. And she's not one to hide her diary under the bed. The sex-fueled photos in Natacha's Digital Diaries (Taschen) are a comingout party for the 22-year-old. As Natacha told us, ''There are so many different ways to get aroused. And I think it's really good to document your sex life, whether or not you want to show it to the world. People should document their lives--especially what interests them most, which is usually sex and love and all the things that are attached to that stuff.'' We've got a crush on Natacha. And we wouldn't mind making some art with her.
Does Al Gore rock climb? If he did, he wouldn't need lessons in being an alpha male. With climbing, it goes with the territory. Climbers have a certain confidence. A feral grace that's developed as you move fluidly from hold to hold. A viselike grip you get from clinging to small crevices. And less tangible, but unmistakable, is what climbers call the North Wall look, a cast to one's eyes that says, Don't mess with me, I've been there and I'm back. But climbing is different from other risk sports. There are no restrictions. No one to check your rating, go over your gear or question your qualifications. The stone is a cruel mirror--if you don't have what it takes, it lets you know.
Neferteri shepherd claims she was born to model, and she has the moniker to confirm it. The 19-year-old's first name is Egyptian for ''here comes the beautiful one,'' a fitting description for this looker. Newlywed Neferteri (her friends call her Nef) studies business in college and lives in Berkeley, California. ''I basically want to be my own boss--I don't want to work for anyone else,'' says Nef. An avid reader, she has what it takes to go to the head of the class, but Nef's been chasing her true calling for as long as she can remember.
The gig was over and the jazz club was almost deserted. The grizzled old tenor sax man was relaxing, having a drink, when a gorgeous redhead came through the door. She walked over to the musician, looked deeply into his eyes and said, ''I heard you play earlier tonight, but after I left I just had to come back and tell you that you touched my soul. Every note you played reached me in a personal and emotional way that I haven't felt in years. I want,'' she purred, ''to take you home with me, cook for you, pamper you and make love to you until we're both exhausted.''
The WWF and WCW are getting bitch-slapped at their own game. The hottest thing in the ring right now is Extreme Championship Wrestling, the scrappy third-place federation that's reinvented professional wrestling--for grown-ups. Gone are the cartoonish characters invented to become kids' action figures at Toys R Us. In their place is the most realistic fake mayhem in the squared circle. You want violence? ECW goes for the old ultraviolence--with the likes of staple guns, barbed wire, forks, pizza slicers, flaming tables and exploding land mines (yes, land mines--thankfully, Princess Di didn't live to see this). You want blood? ECW wrestlers hit more gushers than Texaco. You want antiheroes? The foulmouthed good guy was invented by the ECW, only to be copied by the other federations. The loyal ECW fans chant ''Holy shit'' at good moves and ''you fucked up'' at bad ones. They've also been heard to yell ''Simon Diamond sucks dick'' to make a point with one ECW star. It's no surprise that ECW has a hard-core fan base--it emphasizes mayhem over soap opera story lines. If the rumors about a WWF partnership with CBS are true, ECW is ready to take over WWF's prized slots on USA Network, leaving behind its weekly show on the Nashville Network. If not, look for the WWF and WCW to continue to poach ECW's best talent and gimmicks.
Las Vegas grew famous as the ultimate guy's town--an entire city dedicated to the excesses that men like best. There was free booze, legal gambling, endless buffets of inexpensive guy food, even golf. And there were plenty of girls. Cigarette girls. Showgirls. Call girls. Strippers. Waitresses. All sorts of girls.
The hotel-casino that has redefined Vegas is a high-energy place with pulsating rock music, cases of rock memorabilia and Sex Pistols slot machines. The jumbo television in the sports book plays Letterman and Conan instead of the numbing ESPN shown in regular casinos. Hungry? Try the panuchos at the Pink Taco restaurant. If you look under 30, be prepared to show your ID. The Hard Rock draws such a young crowd it has to be hypervigilant.
If you're looking for an excuse to buy a digital camera, we have one--the Internet. Not only can you attach your digital snapshots to e-mail and post them on personal webpages, you can also use the Net to have prints of digital files delivered to your door. Many web hubs also let you borrow sections of their real estate to create personal scrapbooks, which can be accessed by family, friends and that babe you met while vacationing in Europe. It's a photo revolution and it's a hot business. Of course, if you have a great idea for an e-business of your own, a digital camera can be a wise start-up tool. People like to look at sites with pretty pictures, and the latest digital shooters capture images that appear razor-sharp on-screen. Prints still aren't as crisp as the ones you get from 35-millimeter film, but they're getting there. And if you prefer to get your digital snapshots printed the old-fashioned way--through a developer--most of the drop-off spots that process film also produce prints from digital media (and put them on a CD-Rom for long-term archiving).
Jimmy and Doug's Farmclub.com is real. A gritty music show on the USA Network, hosted by Matt ''120 Minutes'' Pinfield and Ali ''Doritos Girl'' Landry, Farmclub.com is a groundbreaking Star Search-meets-Friday Night Videos hybrid that combines live performances, band interviews and backstage footage with world-premiere videos. Here's the twist: If you are in an unsigned band, you can upload your music to the Farmclub.com website. Site visitors, in turn, download your music for free and vote on whether they like it. If you get enough votes, Farmclub.com will fly you to Los Angeles to perform on the show. And if Formaclub.com honchos Jimmy lovine (Interescope cochairman) and Doug Morris (chief executive of Universal Music Group) take a shine to you, you'll snag a record deal on the Farmclub.com label. In other words, thanks to the Net, you can go from being in a garage band to being a rock star overnight. ''It's guerrilla record making,'' says lovine. ''For the first time, fans and musicians have a direct effect on the music that will be available in the marketplace.'' One of Pinfield's duties as host is going out like Ed McMahon, surprising no-name bands with plane tickets and a chance to make it big. This, of course, inspires loads of tears and exclamations: ''Oh my God, you're Matt Pinfield! We're going to be famous!'' Call it real TV at its finest. Back in the studio, television debuts are juxtaposed with performances by the likes of Beck, Primus, Fred Durst, Method Man, Korn, Eminem, Dr. Dre, Macy Gray and NWA. (''We're gonna rock out here!'' Pinfield shouts in the first episode--and he's right.) Of course, the freshman Farmclub.com is far from perfect--sometimes it feels like you're watching Battle of the Bands in your high school gym--but that's cool. We dig it raw, and Farmclub.com serves it up that way.
Three years ago, MTV plucked Californian Carson Daly from radio and moved him to the Big Apple, handed him a studio overlooking Times Square and charged him with reviving the network's sagging ratings. Daly's first days in New York were spent ''talking to executives about the plan for making MTV cool again. We were at our worst.'' Daly and the MTV brass (''the young hip suits,'' he says, ''even if they're not wearing suits'') hit upon the formula of playing audience-requested videos and featuring celebrity drop-ins--amplified by all that street noise. It worked. The cable network's ratings surged.
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 38, 41, 49-50, 100-101, 126-128 and 179, check the listings below to find the stores nearest you.