Thankfully, the post office isn't charging us extra. This month we're delivering a magazine that packs two Playboy heavyweights, Anna Nicole Smith and Vince McMahon. Our lucky valentine and cover girl, Anna Nicole, has always been a larger-than-life Playmate. And now she's richer than Mrs. Croesus. In addition to beguiling millions of readers, Smith enchanted billionaire J. Howard Marshall II and married him. He died, and a California court awarded her $450 million. If you want more on the battle over Marshall's estate, read the papers. If you want to admire the charms of our million-dollar baby, turn to the pictorial by Stephen Wayda. Vince McMahon knows a thing or two about diamond rings—except he calls them wrestling mats. Driven and fierce, McMahon consolidated regional wrestling districts into the powerhouse now known as the World Wrestling Federation. His shows, Raw Is War and WWF Smack Down, reign supreme on TV. His XFL—set to debut this month—promises to bring that raw circus to pro football. This month McMahon throws down a remarkable Playboy Interview with eYada.com talk-show cat Kevin Cook. In it McMahon describes his life as a series of bouts. He has faced down a stepfather, a raging libido and Ted Turner. Speaking of faked entertainment, did you know that during torrential rains the contestants of Survivor were magically outfitted in rain slickers? Or that a tribal vote was reportedly overruled by the producer? For more behind-the-scenes mischief, read our sly article The Survivor Scam, by Steve Pond (illustrated by Brian Rea). It will make your journey to the outback on Survivor II that much better.
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Since retreating from modeling, multilingual Monica Bellucci has spiced up foreign movies for a decade. Now the 32-year-old Italian beauty is poised to make an impression on these shores. You might remember her 1992 debut as one of the vampire brides who seduced Keanu Reeves in Dracula. Her role in 1996's French film The Apartment caught the attention of director Stephen Hopkins, who cast her as Gene Hackman's sexpot wife in last year's Under Suspicion. Bellucci, who Jives in Paris, most recently starred in Miramax' romantic comedy Malèna. Besides the obvious reasons that she was a perfect choice to play a widow who enchants the men and boys of a Sicilian village, one producer added that Bellucci has "a lot of unspoken emotion in her face. It cuts through the beauty."
Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (Sony Pictures Classics) is a poetic presentation of martial arts action post-Matrix, set not in the future but in China's formal past. Michelle Yeoh and Chow Yun-Fat star in this saga of honor, betrayal, violence, passion and love, directed by Ang Lee. A disillusioned master fighter forsakes his destiny and gives up his ancient sword, but the coveted and historic instrument of death becomes a magnet for disreputable competitors. The dreamlike action sequences are irresistible and have already raised a considerable buzz among film festival attendees; if only the story itself didn't take quite so long to play out. [rating]2-1/2 bunnies[/rating]
Maggie Greenwald is the best-kept secret in film. Her latest feature, Songcatcher (with Janet McTeer and Aidan Quinn), isn't destined to reach a wide audience. Like her other movies, it isn't flashy or trendy, and there isn't a huge promotional budget behind it. It's simply a great American film.
Laura Linney. Best known for: Playing Jim Carrey's wife in The Truman Show.What that led to: "I didn't work for a year. I mean, nothing! It was bizarre, and I'm glad that period is over. But that's show business for you. This past summer I made four films back-to-back." Roommate while studying at Juilliard: Jeanne Tripplehorn. Now appearing in:The House of Mirth and You Can Count on Me, written and directed by Ken Lonergan, in which she gives an Oscar-worthy performance. What it's like to work with a Playwright turned Director: "There's not a single minute of verbal improvisation in that script. Every word, every stutter, every 'um,' every 'well, I mean,' is scripted. It was a challenge to get all that right." The strangest part that she's ever been offered: "Mother Teresa! I'm a five-foot-seven blonde with blue eyes. The idea of my playing Mother Teresa, who's like four-foot-two, dark-skinned, ethnic ... my agent and I laughed and laughed."
Charlie's Angels (Listed only) A great showcase for Cameron Diaz, Drew Barrymore and Lucy Liu; just don't expect story or characterization. The fun and high energy carry it. [rating]2-1/2 bunnies[/rating]
No film captured the complexities of the late-Sixties rock-and-roll revolution as effectively as the Rolling Stones' Gimme Shelter, which recently arrived in a DVD Criterion Collection release ($40), celebrating the film's 30th anniversary. It remains the behind-the-concert-scenes film with a difference—that is, it includes a killing, plus footage of the Stones and the filmmakers reviewing the clip that recorded the harrowing moment when several Hell's Angels, hired by concert organizers to keep the peace, silenced an 18-year-old black man forever. Criterion shoehorns in its usual wealth of extra materials, including a small booklet with essays and thoughts on the controversial film. (Was it a snuff film? An exercise in spin by the Rolling Stones, who partially financed the production?) The DVD, remastered from an original camera negative and spiffed up with Dolby Digital and DTS 5.1 sound, is a revelation to anyone who knows the film only from TV. The film documents Mick Jagger and Keith Richards during their performing peak, when the Stones staked a claim as the greatest rock-and-roll band in the world.
The curious culture of flesh peddling is the subject of two DVDs—American Pimp (MGM) and Pimps Up, Ho's Down: The Director's Cut (Delta Entertainment). These documentaries celebrate the trashy world of extreme ghetto finery. Pimps and their bitches explain "the game" in brutal detail. All of which is hysterically funny if you squint at the fact that these are predatory morons and damaged-goods ladies. But if you enjoy seeing folks exploit their skanky delusions—and who doesn't?—you'll get down with the mack attack. Happy Valentine's Day.
"Chinatown is one of my favorite movies," says Andy Dick of NBC's Sammy. "There's a short movie called Slacker that's really fun. I also like The Shawshank Redemption. Steve Martin and Charles Grodin's movie, The Lonely Guy, is hysterical. I love Albert Brooks' early films—Modern Romance and Real Life—and almost any Woody Allen movie except Celebrity. Deconstructing Harry is one of my favorites ever."
Ten years ago U2 decided that they'd overdone being preachy and earnest. So they reversed course and spent the Nineties overdoing irony and spectacle. That didn't feel right either. On All That You Can't Leave Behind (Interscope), they finally stop trying so hard, and let the music do the talking. The result is a masterpiece. This is the album their fans have hoped for since The Joshua Tree. Their playing is relaxed yet focused, as the songs, not the production, take center stage. The gospel-tinged Stuck in a Moment, Kite and Grace illustrate the band's powerful positive energy, and the luminous Beautiful Day may be their finest single ever—and it establishes the album's redemptive theme.
Someone knows what you want to read on your PDA, and it isn't just sports scores and stock quotes. Adult-oriented content is a hot download for handhelds. New websites such as Palmstories.com and SinPalm.com offer everything from pictures to personal ads. For steamy subway reading, Palmstories.com presents four erotic tales each weekday (from categories such as straight, group and gay) and a free weekly demo story for a monthly service fee (about $6). The site also features an archive, so you can access your favorite sex story while working on your desktop computer. There's even a story submission form for aspiring erotic authors. Slick-looking erotigo. com offers Erotiguide, a free city guide with a sexy slant. The downloadable service lists bars, clubs, bookstores and restaurants for travelers looking for something a little spicier in their evening plans. The site also includes Erotifolio, a free web-clipping application that will download porn pictures (set to your preference) directly to any Palm-compatible device. The adult entertainment portal SinPalm.com downloads erotic fiction and even sexier stuff such as photos, nudie e-mail greetings (called Sin-Cards), sex tips and web links to your handheld. The company also – plans to launch two new services. The first, Sinto go.com, helps those on the road locate strip clubs, escorts, erotic masseuses and other adult services in different cities. The second, Pocket Personals, displays ads with preview pictures so you can do your digital dating on the go. If finding a partner isn't your problem, download PalmaSutra, a scaled-down version of the Kama Sutra available at palmgear. com. The freeware cheat sheet includes two dozen sexual positions (complete with sketches and explanations), such as the Amazon, Lotus and Centipede. The program uses 38 KB of memory and is available in several languages, including English and French.
The gent with the green thumb in John le Carré's latest novel, The Constant Gardener (Scribner), is Justin Quayle, an English diplomat who serves in Nairobi. Middle-aged, elegant, polite to a fault, Quayle seemingly pays more attention to his flora than to the political climate or to the activities of his beautiful young wife, Tessa. Even before this long, meticulous heartbreak of a novel begins, Tessa has been murdered while on a northern journey with an African doctor, now suspiciously missing. The home office is eager to write off the death as the result of a lovers' quarrel, but Quayle believes it has more to do with Tessa's investigation of a new tuberculosis drug being tested on the country's poor. Ignoring embassy demands and danger to life and limb, he searches out the truth. It's a familiar murder mystery setup, but le Carré is less interested in who killed Tessa than in what unchecked capitalism and foreign office duplicity have done to Africa. His garden, "dangerous, decaying, plundered, bankrupt, once-British Kenya," is so entwined by greed and corruption it seems beyond restoration. It's a depressing, unsettling landscape, but, thanks to the author's exquisite style, one that's impossible to ignore.
Two women call me on the phone and ask me to come over to their cubicle for a minute. We're good friends and we usually joke around when we talk, but as I approach them, they are engaged in a serious conversation. They are standing close together, and as I stare at them, wondering what they are doing, they ask me, in unison, "Which one of us has bigger shoulders?"
It's quarter to 12 on Friday night, and you've handled your evening with the lissome brunette with the precision of a surgeon. She loved the Australian chardonnay you picked, she let you carry her piggyback across that deceptively shallow puddle and she even cackled at your joke about Brooklyn and pantyhose. What's more, you've finally waltzed her with the grace of Fred Astaire from your couch to your bed. Now, only a flimsy triangle of silk and Lycra keeps you at bay. All it takes, in the basest physical sense, is a quick tug and a smooth pull down her legs, and milk and honey are yours.
Last summer, my shy music-teacher wife shed every extra pound and got a boob job. Yet she still didn't feel confident about how she looked. I suggested that she submit her photos to Playboy, but she had another idea. A friend of mine planned to visit us for the weekend. She asked what I would think if at some time during my friend's stay, she allowed him to see her nude. I said I had no problem with this; the idea turned me on. I figured his reaction would give her confidence a boost. When I brought my friend home from the airport, my wife was in the pool in a teeny, nearly transparent bikini I hadn't known about. My friend, who hadn't seen her in three years, appeared to be in shock. The show continued the next day when she allowed him to catch glimpses of her naked breasts as she sunbathed. That night we all climbed into the hot tub and soon began talking about my wife's new body. There didn't seem to be any problems with her modesty: She scooted up on the edge of the hot tub and removed her bikini top. She and I began to make out and invited my friend to join in. The three of us wound up on the living room floor. My wife had never allowed me to come in her mouth but now swallowed from both of us. Later she asked to be "double fucked" with me in her vagina and my friend in her ass. She kept screaming, "Fuck me!" I was blown away; I had never seen this side of her. The next morning she asked if she could take my friend to catch his plane home. She returned horny as hell and we had a fantastic day of sex. She later told me she had given my friend "the blow job of his life" in the airport parking lot. This may sound stupid, but I'm wondering if I should feel jealous. Also, my wife was vocal and frantic during our threesome. I want that every night, but it hasn't happened since. She says the situation was a total loss of control on her part, and that she would be embarrassed otherwise. How can I unleash the wild woman again?—R.T., Seattle, Washington
Herbert and Tammy Robinson of Polk County, Florida thought they'd found the perfect way to earn extra money. In 1997 they started charging adults $30 a year to access naked photos of Tammy on beckalynn.com.
Last fall, using the Freedom of Information Act, the Internet site APBnews.com secured 213 pages of FBI documents related to Playboy. It appears that the magazine was the object of more than a decade of scrutiny by the nation's top G-men.
"Our conclusion is that the present law on cannabis produces more harm than it prevents. It is very expensive for the criminal justice system and for the police. It inevitably bears more heavily on young people in the streets of inner cities, who are also more likely to be from minority ethnic communities. It criminalizes large numbers of otherwise law-abiding, mainly young, people to the detriment of their futures. It has become a proxy for the control of public order, and it inhibits accurate education about the relative risks of different drugs, including the risks of cannabis itself."
Peek (Arena Editions) presents 125 photographs from the Kinsey Institute's private collection of erotic art. Composed of both amateur and professional images taken during the past 120 years, the bedside-table book collects photos that are titillating, scientific or, in some cases, down right odd.
It's been a while. Did you miss us? In this, the seventh installment of our roundup of finger-pointers, we again examine the culture of not-my-faultism. We were disappointed, as always, to find it thriving. Following the massacre at Columbine, more than half of Americans polled said the Internet should share responsibility for the killings. Dylan Klebold's parents blamed school officials for not stopping Eric Harris, who, unlike their choirboy son, appeared to have violent tendencies. In Las Vegas, a glimmer of hope: Jeremy Strohmeyer, convicted of molesting and strangling a seven-year-old girl in a casino bathroom stall, took responsibility. He also spent 30 minutes at his sentencing reciting a list of co-conspirators, including online porn, his ex-girlfriend, drugs, late-night gambling, his biological parents and peer pressure.
Get ready for X-rated football. After the Super Bowl (that showcase for prima donnas and pantywaists) comes a whole new ball game—a game with more blood and guts, kicks in the nuts and sheer smashmouth spectacle than the cold, corporate National Football League could ever give you.
A my cobb was a rebellious 5'10" 15-year-old in South Carolina when she was discovered by a New York modeling agency. With her mom's support, she gave the Big Apple a try. "But New York is not my place," says Cobb, now 21. "So I thought, Why don't you try Miami? It just felt good. It was crazy and wild, and the beach was there. I was always a beach baby." She still makes a living at modeling, but surfing is her passion. Her former boyfriend, "who's now my best friend," she says, taught her. "Surfing is his life. To see him enjoy it so much, I was like, Wow! If it can make him feel that good, I want to do it!" She learned fast. "I just got better and better," she quips. Now, if the waves are good, she's hanging 10 at 6:30 every morning. The sport, she says, has changed her physically and mentally. "My arms, shoulders and lats have changed so much, I'm like a different person. They just grew and grew. Once you've been surfing for a while, and you're doing maneuvers, you'll start building leg muscle. But until then it's all about paddling." Surfing has mellowed her, too. "You could have been bitten by a shark and you would still go surfing. The feeling you get is awesome. You're riding something that has traveled thousands of miles to break on the shore where you are. Just to know that you're in the power of the ocean is mysterious and breathtaking. As long as there's surfing, I'm happy."
Kimberly Denise Jones grew up in Brooklyn. She had a rebellius streak long before she met the Notorious B.I.G. By 1995, Kim was a member of Junior M.A.F.I.A. and was about to become a breakout rap star. Now her CDs go platinum. You'll also see her in the basketball comedy Juwanna Mann, in which she plays the girlfriend of the cross-dressing star. Lately, Lil' Kim's breasts have been out everywhere. About them, she says, "I don't think I'm going to cover up any time soon."
During a quarrel with his parents, the teenager raged against household restrictions. "I want excitement, adventure, money and beautiful women!" he cried. "I'll never find them here at home, so I'm leaving. Don't try to stop me!" With that, he headed for the door, but his father followed him. "I told you I don't want you to try to stop me!" the boy said.
The length of every penis is normal, technically, with the exception of those smaller than 2.8 inches erect, a condition known as micropenis. But who wants to be normal? Most guys would love an extra inch or two. For some, the desire is overwhelming. They are convinced that a larger penis will mean a larger life. Unfortunately, the methods for achieving this questionable goal range from the ridiculous to the reprehensible.
What kind of car turns a Playmate's head? A hot one. If you checked the miles per gallon before you bought, she won't even get close enough to kick the tires. Start pinching those pennies. Eye-catchers don't come cheap. These girls like flashy two-seaters with plenty of horsepower and nimble road manners. Try the military vehicle retooled for civilians or a classic Sixties coupe that tears up the tarmac for a quarter of a mile. Are you still wedded to your reliable sedan? Don't say that we didn't try to help.
Here's heartening news from the TV wasteland. Amid the smirky sitcoms and bimbofests, this year's best actress Emmy went to a womanly sex symbol who's 44. That's became Sela Ward, the star of Once and Again (and whom you might know best from Sprint commercials), happens to be a terrific actress, even if she started out as a University of Alabama cheerleader.
Tits and ass are great. I've been obsessed with Playboy since I was a young girl. As a teenager I collected Bettie Page postcards. I even have a pin-up tattoo on my arm. Strong, voluptuous women are fantastic." Meet Playboy's newest family member, a woman named Pippa who designs Rabbit Head jewelry and clothes for Shopgirl, a new label available on Playboystore.com and at Barneys and Bloomingdale's. Pippa owns Shop, a trendy store in London's Soho district. She sings in a band called Shopgirl, and she's been wearing a vintage Rabbit Head necklace for years. When Pippa told us she wanted to work with us, we were smitten. We particularly liked that she knows what women and men want. "Onstage. I can never forget the fact that I have tits and an ass. I want girls' tits and asses to look fantastic in my underwear. I make cute, sexy knickers, vests and cardigans. Some of it's cotton, some of it's silk. It's quite subtle. Girls love the Rabbit Head. It's iconic. We pay homage to the pin-up heritage, but we've given it a modern twist. We can't order the T-shirts quickly enough." Pippa is such a Playboy fanatic that she wore Bunny ears in the music video for her band's first single, Exotic Pictures. "It was glamorous," she says. "Hef liked the video and invited us to a party at the Mansion. So there I was, eating chocolate-dipped strawberries at the Wet and Wild party. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. "See Pippa fashionably nude at Playboy.com/current.
Here's our financial advice: Leave the suit and tie to the stock market stiffs. The latest technology has made it so simple for anyone to become a day trader that even your local grocery boy could be buying and selling stocks and securities with a cell phone, a personal digital assistant or a laptop. These fancy pagers, portable phones, PCs and PDAs have their fingers directly on the pulse of the stock market. They can synch to your PC to update address books and schedules. Plus, they'll get you quotes, account balances, market summaries and everything else you need to stay on top—any time and anywhere. With top online brokers such as E-Trade, Ameritrade and Lind-Waldock adding wireless service to their Net repertoire, mobile gadgets smaller than a cell phone can compete with—maybe even outclass—a PDA or laptop in terms of power. The Ericsson R380 World Smart-phone (about $700), for example, can replace your cell phone as well as your PDA. (concluded on page 136) Tips & Microchips (continued from page 119) The R380 uses a wireless application protocol web browser to facilitate e-mail and short messaging services. It also features a full organizer, voice dialing, handwriting recognition and an infrared modem. The touch screen underneath the dial pad gives you easy access to wireless services such as Bloomberg, the Financial Times and Ameritrade (where you can conduct complete transactions on your phone's screen). Other features include an infrared port (so you can synch to your PC) and a speakerphone mode (so you can shout orders to your broker while driving).
Voyeurism and exhibitionism are big turn-ons for me. I like to have sex in public places. I'll never forget the time my husband and I went to a forest preserve to have sex. We had a blanket and everything. He had my clothes stripped off and was starting to take off his. We were doing some kissing and heavy petting, and all of a sudden a jogger comes running by. He looked at us but just kept going. It was so funny. It's interesting to see if you can have sex in public and get away with it. I love the idea that at any moment, someone might walk by and catch you. We do it on golf courses, too. And we have quickies all the time at friends' houses. If I walked in on someone having sex, it would be fun to stay and watch. I would rather accidentally catch someone having sex than watch a porno movie. I'm much more likely to have a telescope in my apartment for spying on the neighbors than I am to have a porn stash. I love the realness of live sex. Maybe it's because I'm in the entertainment industry, but with porn movies, I can't help thinking about what's going on behind the scenes. I know there's a director standing next to them, saying, "OK, we need you to put your leg up a little bit more."
When we first met Anna cole Smith, she told us that being a Playmate was "a dream come true." She said she idolized the first woman to appear nude in Playboy, and the proof of that was in the 20 framed photos of Marilyn Monroe that hung on the walls of the studio apartment she shared with her six-year-old son.
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 31, 37–38, 84–89, 118–119, 136 and 167, check the listings below to find the stores nearest you.
Not long ago, we spent the day at Chicago's All Candy Expo and returned with a bag full of guy-type confections, including chocolate cigars and chocolate pizza. Talk about a candy-ass assignment. But the item that both caught our eye and snagged our sweet tooth was the edible picture that Hearts and Flowers Candy created. Its frame was made of chocolate and the image itself (which was printed on chocolate) was created from FDA-approved food colors. We asked Hearts and Flowers to do one of June 2000 Playmate Shannon Stewart, and here is the result (below). Hearts and Flowers does individual orders in sizes ranging from 2"x2" to 14"x20". They also have dozens of ready-to-eat images. Present your picture with the chocolate roses, chocolate champagne bottle or chocolate truffles in a Chinese takeout box (also shown here), and Valentine's Day may turn into Valentine's night.