Playboy's holiday issue is a family reunion of sorts. Back in 1981 we asked Robert Crane, a writer in Los Angeles, to talk to Joan Rivers for a feature called 20Q. A deft and lively contributor to the magazine—he once turned in an incredible Q. and A. with Koko the Signing Gorilla—Crane returns this month with a singularly astounding entry: a 20Q with Greg Kinnear, who plays Crane's father in Auto Focus, the new film directed by Paul Schrader. Robert Crane Sr., of course, was the star of Hogan's Heroes who was murdered in 1978 (one day after he called his son to wish him a happy 27th birthday). The elder Crane enthusiastically recorded his sexual conquests on tape, assisted by his friend, the man suspected of killing him, John Carpenter. More than two decades later his son again addressed this emotional subject as a technical consultant to the film. "I think it's a great movie," says Crane. "I've been a fan of Paul Schrader dating back to The Yakuza and Taxi Driver. I'd say it is his best work yet, and Kinnear nailed my dad in essence and flavor. There is some stuff I don't agree with, but it's his movie." And so the stage was set for a fascinating conversation between Kinnear and Crane—read it. For details of Crane's tragic death, turn to Hollywood's Unsolved Mysteries by Steve Pond. There are ghosts haunting the mephitic corners of Los Angeles, and some of them are not too happy. As the Robert Blake–Bonnie Lee Bakley story unfolds in the media and C.S.I. rules TV, Pond tours the West Coast necropolis.
Hef's annual Midsummer Nightsdream party—where the girls wear lingerieor less and the guys get whiplash from oglingthe scenery—is Hollywood's hottest ticket. This year's list included Tobey Maguire, Leo DiCaprio, Drew Barrymore and Britney Spears. Dreamy, indeed.
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Because he was as a great single dad. "I was at a karaoke party when a young boy took the stage to sing Venus. When the music started, he was petrified. His father jumped onstage with him, changing the lyric to 'penis' and making his son forget his fear. Then the dad starting singing to me in vintage lounge style. It made me want him because he wasn't afraid to goof it up. I met him in a narrow hallway. 'I enjoyed your song,' I said. He laughed and put his hands on my hips to help me slide by him and said, 'Maybe you and I could do a duet sometime? I could use some adult time.' I gave him my number on the spot and when we went out, I gave him that adult time he wanted."—G.T., Greenwich, Connecticut
Bo Baker is our kind of royalty. The self-proclaimed lingerie queen of Europe, she now wants to slip into her finest bedwear for America. "I shot an ad campaign for Frederick's of Hollywood when I was in Los Angeles," she says. "I can't wait to return. Next year I'm hoping to launch my own lingerie line in the UK—after all, I know everything about underwear." The former page-three girl can be spotted all over Europe in ads for Agent Provocateur, La Senza, Yardley London Fragrance and Harrods, to name a few. She's also been invited to Bosnia five times by the Royal Air Force. "I am their favorite pin-up—their mascot," she says. "I try to give them a morale boost, and I got to drive a tank wearing full uniform!" When she's not surfing, free diving, planning her 2003 calendar shoots or disappointing Brit tankers by appearing fully clothed, works on her acting. She's busting out in her first feature role in the new Bond film, Die Another Day. "I play a sexy journalist using my womanly charms to seduce 007 and extract secrets from him." Sounds like the perfect product placement opportunity for wet wipes.
No question, Vin Diesel is hot, so hot that even though he's only a co-star, his presence in the gangland comedy Knockaround Guys boosted that modest movie's profile by several hundred percent. But he wasn't hired because of his summer smash, XXX, or his star-boosting role in The Fast and the Furious.Knockaround Guys was filmed three years ago and, like Diesel, it has been around awhile. Diesel was forceful and charismatic in the Australian-made science-fiction movie Pitch Black (2000), but the film was a flop, so the actor had to wait for a more successful film to make his name known. His co-star in Pitch Black, Radha Mitchell is also overdue for recognition. The fact that she's more interested in challenging films like High Art and Everything Put Together than star vehicles may explain why she's not yet on the A list.
Salma Hayek has made it her personal mission to bring the story of Mexican artist Frida Kahlo to the screen, and she has done herself proud, as actress and co-producer. If Frida falls short of greatness, it may be because it tries to cover so much ground in a long, difficult and colorful life. Director Julie Taymor has tried to layer visual innovations onto the narrative, in an unsuccessful attempt to invoke some of Kahlo's flamboyant spirit in the telling of her life. But Frida remains a challenging and compelling film despite its flaws, and Alfred Molina is simply great as Kahlo's serially unfaithful lover and husband, Diego Rivera; he so embodies the character that it doesn't seem like a performance at all.
The sight of a bikini-clad Halle Berry rising from the sea in Die Another Day should guarantee that audiences will be leaving theaters a little moist themselves this holiday season. But the latest James Bond sex-and-spy vehicle, the 20th in the series, also boasts such other deluxe appointments as Pierce Brosnan playing 007, breakneck action sequences shot in Iceland, Spain and Hawaii and the new Aston Martin V12 Vanquish. And what's this about Madonna not only singing a song in the flick but also doing a cameo playing, we hear, a lesbian? We're so there.... The blood-spattered, romantic period epic Gangs of New York finds director Martin Scorsese and stars Leonardo DiCaprio, Cameron Diaz, Liam Neeson and (especially) Daniel Day-Lewis gunning for Oscars. As thick with prestige as the Irish brogues in the movie, the saga tells of Irish and Italian turf warfare in New York from 1846 to the draft riots of 1863.... Catch Me If You Can makes this season a regular Leo-palooza, with the Gangs of New York star going head-to-head with himself in Steven Spielberg's latest, in which DiCaprio plays a real-life con artist who became the youngest guy ever to land on the FBI's Most Wanted list. Tom Hanks is the fed hell-bent on busting him, Jennifer Garner is in for a bit as a comely hooker and Christopher Walken plays the hero's dad.... Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers roars into theaters on a blast of major hype. Insiders say that the upside to this sequel to last year's epic fantasy sensation includes bigger battle sequences, scarier monsters and more spectacular magic from director Peter Jackson, who put the zing in part one of J.R.R. Tolkien's fantasy classic. On the downside, most of the action separates our band of brothers Frodo and Sam (Elijah Wood, Sean Astin) from Strider and Legolas (Viggo Mortensen, Orlando Bloom).... In Chicago, a Moulin Rouge-meets-Cabaret screen version of the sexy stage musical, Catherine Zeta-Jones and Renée Zell-weger sing, dance and tear up the joint as Twenties-era murderesses who get turned into showbiz divas by a charismatic lawyer played by a high-stepping Richard Gere. (Preview audiences have been talking Oscars.) ... Analyze That reunites Robert De Niro and Billy Crystal as the anxiety-wracked Mafia don and his beleaguered shrink, respectively, in this inevitable sequel to Analyze This, the 1999 box-office hit. This time out, De Niro gets sprung from prison and before you can say bada bing, he is forced to help Crystal cope with the stress that comes from inheriting his family business.... What would the holiday season be without a Cinderella-style romance?. This year it's Maid in Manhattan, in which Jennifer Lopez plays a hotel maid who's swept off her feet by senatorial candidate Ralph Fiennes.
Auto Focus Greg Kinnear gives an impressive performance as Sixties TV star Bob Crane, whose life disintegrated as he became obsessed with sex-and making pornographic videos. Willem Dafoe co-stars. [rating]3 bunnies[/rating]
Chef Sara Moulton (Food Network's Sara's Secrets, Gourmet magazine and saramoul ton.com) is the next miniconglomerate to rise like a soufflé. To relax, she curls up with a snack and a DVD. Not surprisingly, she loves films featuring food. Among her favorites are Stanley Tucci's Big Night, Ang Lee's Eat Drink Man Woman (which was Americanized with Tortilla Soup) and Babette's Feast, "which is a nonstop foodfest," says the diminutive Moulton, licking her lips. "I would also add Annie Hall for the lobster scene with Woody Allen and Diane Keaton and Tom Jones for the chicken-eating scene."
Anyone who is eager to sink cash into DVDs this holiday season will find loads of maxed-out special editions, restored classics and savory new collections to devote weekends to. From the $50 Spider-Man gift set to snazzy packages of E.T. and the Back to the Future trilogy, there are few excuses to give lame gifts. For the euphonically inclined film fan, though, the coolest disc may be Criterion's three DVD release of The Complete Monterey Pop Festival ($80). The 90-plus minutes of outtake performances more than double the clips included in D.A. Pennebaker's outstanding documentary, Monterey Pop. A common gripe with this seminal flower-power production was that, at a mere 78 minutes, it barely scratched the surface of the June 1967 festival. Resurrected performances include three more songs from the Who's blistering set, plus a trio of tracks from the Byrds, two from Laura Nyro, the Jefferson Airplane firing up Somebody to Love, and more from such acts as Country Joe and the Fish and Al Kooper.
For 15 years, Andy Sidaris' spy spoofs have been described as part James Bond and part Baywatch-and the reason late-night cable programming was invented. Consider Savage Beach and Guns ("Locked, Cocked and Ready to Rock"). The plots are blissfully unrigorous and there's lots of shooting and things that blow up-plus, there are oodles of Playmates who, because it is integral to the story, are required to take off their clothes. Sidaris' oeuvre is being rolled out on DVD (Ventura). These films are great fun.
Ah, home for the holidays. So idealistically romantic. All the family gathered round, having traveled from near and far to be together. It sounds so ... homey. But, of course, we know it's bullshit. Just watch the movies:
Crossover Artist Department: The success of the Tenacious D debut-it's gone gold-prompted the record label to declare: "Not since the success of Scott Baio's debut have we seen this kind of crossover from film to music stardom." Reeling and Rocking: Gavin Rossdale has a role in the British gangster movie Red Light Runners, along with Harvey Keitel and Dennis Hopper. Rossdale will also be on the soundtrack. Newsbreaks: Priscilla Presley will co-produce a musical on her relationship with Elvis. She plans an American Idol-like search for the leads in Priscilla and Elvis.... According to Rock and Rap Confidential,Al Kooper reports that he and Mike Bloomfield's family have reached an agreement with Sony Legacy to produce a boxed set of the guitarist's music in the fall of 2003.... If you're going to Memphis, you must have Kreature Comforts: The Lowlife Guide to Memphis. For only $4 (P.O. Box 40106, Memphis, TN 38174) you'll get everything you need to know about the Bluff City.... There will be a third season of the Chris Isaak Show, airing next spring.... Just so you'll know: Consumers age 14 and older downloaded 5.2 billion audio files in the U.S. in 2001.... Zappanalia at Bad Doberan, Germany's annual Frank Zappa festival, features music, theater, a new bronze bust and a visit from his relatives.
It Would be easy for Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers to rest on their Rock Hall of Fame laurels. Instead, they keep cranking them out. The Last DJ (Warner Bros.) is a friendly batch of tracks that range from rootsy (Have Love Will Travel) to vaudevillian (Men Who Love Women).
Tony Hawk Pro Skater 4 (by Activision, for PlayStation 2, GameCube and Xbox): Skateboarding is not a crime—at least not online. The fourth installment of Tony Hawk Pro Skater moves the skate session to the Net via recently launched online play from both PlayStation 2 and Xbox. Build a "Homey List" of buddies and up to eight of you can hit spots simultaneously to play skate games such as King of the Hill and Slap. The new spine transfer maneuver will help you blast from ramp to ramp without bottoming out, and the recovery technique will save you from over rotating and blowing your reentry. Developers also ditched the time limits enforced in previous versions, so you're free to skate all day. We plan on it.
See things from Santa's perspective in Planet Earth (Knopf), a collection of satellite images taken from space. For a glimpse of the world's highest peak, tackle Everest (Becker and Mayer), Matt Dickinson's collection of photographs, stories and pullout maps of the Himalayan mountains. Then journey back to a better Cuba in Cuba Style (Princeton Architectural), a compilation of graphics and advertisements from the pre-Castro era. Vahé Gérard's Cigars (Flammarion) may fool your friends into thinking they're getting a box of Cubans, but this two-volume set looks like a cigar box and rates more than 90 cigars. Friends who debate foreign policy will find fuel in Shooting Under Fire (Artisan)—war photographs that show the harrowing and often touching side of life on the front lines. For pure kitsch, roll down a happier lane with Bowled Over (Chronicle). The retro connoisseur on your list will flip for these photos of bowling lanes, neon signs and memorabilia. If the lanes are packed, you and your pals can get wasted at home with The Craft of the Cocktail (Clarkson Potter). Expert bartender Dale DeGroff provides 500 recipes for drinks, as well as serving tips. Those who are more interested in ingredients than how the cocktail is presented will prefer the encyclopedia Booze (Cassell). You can't drink and drive, but you can peruse The Art of the Sports Car (Harper) while sipping whatever you like. Automobile historian and photographer Dennis Adler has amassed more than 300 images of kickass sports cars—from early roadsters to modern Ferraris. The only accessory to improve the way these cars look would be the nudes from Flor Garduno's Inner Light (Little, Brown) posed on the hoods. On a slightly rougher note, British fetish photographer Trevor Watson presents some of the kinkiest and hottest pictures of nude and vinyl-clad women in Exposed (Edition Skylight). Sex in the City (Universe), a 350-year pictorial history of sex in the Big Apple, has nothing to do with Carrie and her pals and everything to do with New York's lusty legacy. The Art of Peter Max (Abrams) might be a more appropriate coffee-table book, although his trippy illustrations, like the one he did for the cover of our January 2000 issue, may induce flash-backs. The man who prefers a movie theater over an art museum will be careful not to spill buttered popcorn on James Bond Movie Posters (Boxtree), a collection from every Bond film produced around the world. Check out devious women and tough men of the silver screen in The Art of Noir (Overlook). The 275 images reflect the unique style of film noir—shadowy, sexy and violent. Sci-fi aficionados won't space out while reading Bradbury: An Illustrated Life (Morrow). Jerry Weist, Sotheby's expert on science-fiction, fantasy and comic books, has created a visual biography of Ray Bradbury's work and influences. As for music, Kiss: The Early Years (Three Rivers) contains tons of photos of the band, as well as hilarious commentary by Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley. The original bad boys of rock are commemorated in Rolling Stones 40 x 20 (Billboard), published in conjunction with an exhibition at the Govinda Gallery in Washington, D.C. that celebrated their 40th anniversary. If you didn't see the current tour, this will soften the blow. Many music snobs will listen to tunes only on LPs, but 45 RPM (Princeton Architectual) presents hundreds of covers of seven-inch records produced between the 1950s and today. Stereo systems, from antique transistor radios to slick MP3 players, are featured in Sound Design (Mitchell Beazley). But be sure to play something upbeat while you are reading director Tim Burton's The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories (Morrow). These anti–Dr. Seuss tales could make even Santa blue.
When Playboy TV's reality series 7 Lives Xposed debuted last year, its horny house mates made the dorks on Big Brother, The Real World and The Bachelor seem flaccid. This season, the show is even raunchier. No move will go unrecorded. More than 50 cameras and 100 microphones have been placed in the Malibu party house, an ideal setting for the anticipated sex capades. "We have way more cameras than last year," says Wicked Pictures adult star Devinn Lane, who is returning to the show as housemother. "We want to catch all the action. Our parties will blow the viewers away. Last year it was like, 'Let's talk about this and see what we want to do.' Now I'm calling the shots—the show is being run Devinn Lane style. It will be more sexually revealing." To ensure sufficient debauchery, Devinn oversaw a talent search for the perfect house mates. What sorts of guys and girls are lucky enough to share screen time—and bedtime—with Devinn? "The bottom line: I have to want to fuck them," she says. "I'm going to have sex with all of them, so they have to be attractive and adventurous. Being sexually open is not an issue for me, but I have to get everyone else to step up. These people are already somewhat uninhibited for wanting to appear naked on my show, but I want to make sure they are comfortable having sex on camera." Encouraging seven strangers to get it on in front of millions of viewers can be tricky. To help put them at ease, Devinn enforces a number of house rules. "First and foremost, everything is consensual," she says. "No means no. No one enters the house without permission from me, so it boils down to their overall fuckability. I do play Cupid a bit to make sure that things happen. We go out on the town more often than we did last year." Devinn hopes a few of the first season's alums drop by for a kinky cameo. "Some won't be invited back, but others might," she says. "It depends on what they bring to the group. Conflict is the hallmark of the show. Without conflict, you can't capture the viewers' interest. I am striving to produce the hottest show in TV history. I hope people watch and say, 'This show is nasty, the best thing I've seen on TV in a long time.'" 7 Lives Xposed airs every Sunday at 10 P.M. ET/11 P.M. PST.
Kate Brenner's birth date is January 7, 1980. Her dog's name: Boris. Vice: PlayStation. Hobby: Surfing. Why she's fun on a road trip: "I know the words to every song on the radio. I don't care how old or even how bad it is." Destiny's child: "My parents have a videotape of me when I was three years old saying I wanted to be in Playboy when I grew up." A guy's best quality: "A sense of humor—but not life-of-the-party, lampshade-on-the-head humor. I mean intelligent, subtle humor, the kind that leaves you in awe of his mind."
No Doubt about it, the forces of evil are making the game of seduction more difficult every year. Quite unfairly, the odds are stacked against those of us who view pussy as life itself and wooing women as a universal art form.
I am dating a new guy and I'm afraid he may not like my pussy. My labia are prominent, and I'm worried that when he touches me or goes down on me, he will be turned off. I don't know why I'm hung up on this; none of my other boyfriends have said a word about it. I guess I need reassurance. What do guys think of women with large labia?-L.K., San Antonio, Texas
Lenny Bruce attracted labels. He was an angry hipster, a comic outsider, a moral spokesman, a cultural iconoclast, a comic prophet, a culture maker, a sicknik, a hip philosopher, a junky saint, a crusader against hypocrisy, a lynch victim, a martyr to free speech and a scholar of sleaze.
"We would not be having this debate if porn was what it should be: joyous, well-made aphrodisiac art, respectful of its actors and audience, portraying real people and making sense of its subject matter. Porn is one of the fruits of the youth uprising of May 1968, and it is a precious cultural asset."
The San Francisco health department created this public service ad to educate gay men about the dangers of syphilis. It planned to place it in gay newspapers and on five bus shelters in the city's Castro district. But the outdoor ads had to be altered because Viacom Outdoor, the company that owns the shelters, refused to display the cartoon penis. The agency that created the ad offered it to Los Angeles County for a similar campaign, but health officials there said the penis objectified gay men and might offend straight people. Instead, LA officials approved a cartoon syphilis sore as their mascot. Nicknamed Phil, he wears silver shoes and an earring.
It can happen to anyone. Maybe you're the head of a corporation. Or maybe you're blonde media mogul whose name is, say, the imprimatur of good taste in every household in America. Or the archbishop of, say, a big diocese on one of the really big faiths. Or the invisible, exceptionally well-groomed head of a big-league accounting firm. Or the president of a country that's the world's only remaining superpower. Or the vice president of said superpower who doesn't feel comfortable talking about his heroic endeavors in the business world. Whatever it is, you have a good job. You're sitting in the warm summer of your life, planted in the big cushy lawn chair of accomplishment, luxuriating in rays of respectability, feeling the drowsy comfort of success and prosperity, when all of a sudden, some twerp out of left field heaves a big bag of shit at your fan. "What? No money? No worth? We're what? Insider trading? Interns? Altar boys? You're telling me people in the FBI in Minnesota and Arizona knew what?"
Worldcom's business plan was to lay huge amounts of cable. That had us all thinking—emerging growth. Alas, the bigwigs managed to misstate $7 billion in profits. Fortunately—as with many corporations—the core value at Worldcom is its personnel. With the company in bankruptcy, we decided to uncover its underlying assets and strip its human resources. These telecom employees really ring our bell—and there's no way to overstate their nicely balanced ledgers. Forget Lifo-Fifo. These girls are boffo.
The weather outside is frightful. But it's nothing compared with the perils of the office party. You have to match the big boys drink for drink—and avoid ending up facedown in the punch bowl. You're also faced with the dilemma of the year: Is that bathroom BJ worth skipping the CEO's toast? (Sometimes you have to say, What the fuck.) But there's an easy way to help yourself out—dress right and you win a lot of leeway. So before you knock back champagne and shots, treat yourself to an early Christmas present.
This is Los Angeles. Begin at 39th Street and Norton Avenue. Houses now occupy the once-vacant lot where the body of Elizabeth Short was dumped in 1947. She wanted to be a star, ended up a corpse. The Black Dahlia, they called her.
Playboy called me and said, "We have this great Idea." (Playboy always refers to itself as "We"—an Intimate detail I've learned over the long years of our relationship.) "We want you to write something about all the cast members of Saturday Night Live, from the first five years when you wrote for it and it was brilliantly funny, down through the years when maybe it wasn't so funny anymore, until now when everyone agrees it's funny again, although not quite so funny as during that far-off golden age when we were all stoned all the time so everything seemed way funnier." Naturally, I hesitated. Not that I didn't like the idea of tooting my own horn as one of the original Saturday Night Live Emmy award—Winning Writers. Or making snap judgments on the finest comedy talents of the past three decades. I just wondered if I had to sign my name to the thing. Playboy felt my pain. (Though you might not think so, Playboy has always been sensitive.) Then playboy told me how much playboy would pay me. "What the hey, I'll do it, Mr. Satan," I said. (Mr. Satan is one of my pet names for Playboy.) It wasn't just the money. I'd always wondered what had become of 1980-1981 cast member Ann Risley. Now was my chance to find out and then to share that knowledge with a waiting world.
I Can play any role," says Lani Todd. "I get bored sticking to the same style, so I love to change skins-a dominatrix one day, a rodeo girl the next. It's a fantasy and a total turn-on." The 21-year-old culture chameleon grew up in rural Pennsylvania, where she was home-schooled. "We were all artsy-fartsy kids," she says. "When I was 14, I taught myself how to play the guitar and became the lead singer in a local punk-chick band." Miss December says when she returns to Florida, where she has lived for two years and works as a cosmetologist and a model, she's going to get her groove back by taking guitar and voice lessons. "I'm strong-willed," she says. "I think people shouldn't tell you what you can and cannot do. I also believe in monogamy, but just because I love somebody doesn't mean he owns me, and vice versa. I listen to people talk about their relationships and I nearly bite my tongue off wanting to say, 'Let them live!' My boyfriend understands this and we get a real kick out of each other. I love going with him to an old redwood Victorian inn in Lancaster, Pennsylvania that has the most beautiful ambience. All you want to do after having a delicious dinner and some wine is go home and make love. I take life one day at a time and do everything that I can to be good to people. It's a basic philosophy, but it's what I live by."
From 1988 to 1994 I worked on the number one television show in America. Won a Golden Globe, a Peabody and a Humanitas award. That was fun. After that I was in three hit movies in a row, and by 1996 I was working all the time and making $4 million to $5 million a picture. That was pretty fun, too. Today I'm a co-host of a basic-cable sports talk show. Who the hell did I piss off? The paying public, actually, but it's not so bad.
You've always wanted to belly flop down an Olympic luge chute, with your nose inches from the ice, right? It even sounds like a good idea sober. Or maybe you have your eye on speed skiing. Philippe Goitschel went 155 miles per hour and he wasn't driving a Ferrari. Lucky you-at venues around the world, amateurs now have the opportunity to experience the rush of adrenaline previously reserved for Olympic athletes and extreme-sport junkies. Instructors are there to ensure your safety while teaching you the finer points of such esoteric sports as skeleton and biathlon. Equipment is either free or rented (have you priced a new bobsled lately?), along with elbow pads or helmets, as needed. If you have the cojones, here's where to sign up.
In the late Seventies drinks with X-rated names first hit the bars. Remember those glorious years? Everyone was having sex on the beach (vodka, Midori, Chambord and pineapple juice) or, getting a blow job (Kahlua and Chambord topped with whipped cream). It seemed daring-but it was just a warm-up for dirtier things to come. Now girls love to yell for a slippery dick (pep-permint schnapps and amaretto) while the boys demand-a pink pussy (Campari) peach brandy and bitter lemon soda). Blame bartenders with too much time on their hands. Or join the fun, dude, with a muff diver (crème de cacao, cream, lime juice and lemon juice). Bottoms up!
The story in college basketball is the same every year. The best players leave school early for the NBA or they skip college altogether. If David Stern and the rest of the NBA weren't afraid of being indicted for child abduction, the players would leave early from high school. It is no exaggeration to say that NBA scouts have their eyes on outstanding grammar school players, those genetic exceptions who crash through 6'6" in the eighth grade. It seems it's never too early to think about going pro. How many families would spurn a multimillion-dollar signing bonus to forget their hardships?
Justin Timberlake enough free time to reconsider his solo career. Bluegrass is still going strong, and singer-songwriters and artists including John Mayer, the Vines and the Strokes are making clubs important venues again. It's time for you to participate in these changes, so sharpen your pencil or go online at Playboy.com and vote
If you ever have the pleasure to meet Alecia Moore—a.k.a.Pink—buy her a beer, give her a smoke (menthol), kick back and shut up. The girl is a storyteller. At 23, she has racked up her share of arrest stories, drug stories, love stories and success stories. She's won a Grammy. Her first CD, "Can't Take Me Home," went double platinum. Her second, "Missundaztood," has been in the "Billboard" top 200 for a year. And wait until you see her sing live, as tens of thousands did when she toured with Lenny Kravitz this summer.
The key to being a sex star? A ripped body, eye-popping talent, a lust for the limelight and—sometimes—the moves to make history. In 2002 we cheered as Halle Berry became the first black woman to win a Best Actress Oscar, chuckled when Anna Nicole Smith let E cameras film her every move and grooved while singer-songwriter Alicia Keys raised the bar for rock stars with a brain and a bod. Tom left Nicole, Angelina left Billy Bob, but then they sizzled solo. A new generation of pumped-up dudes busted onto the scene: The Rock ruled as The Scorpion King, and Vin Diesel's rise to fame crowned him the new Schwarzenegger. This year's Sex Stars kept filling theaters with warm bodies, and we dug it.
Greg Kinnear, a native of Logansport, Indiana, likes to keep his distance from the film community. Some of that may have to do with his itinerant upbringing. His father's work with the State Department turned the family into nomads who lived in Washington, D.C., Beirut and Athens. While attending high school in Athens, Kinnear enjoyed his first broadcast experience, hosting School Daze With Greg Kinnear on Armed Forces Radio. After graduating, he moved back to the U.S. and earned a broadcast journalism degree from the University of Arizona.
Science says a fetish is "an inanimate object worshiped by savages as having magical powers or as being animated by a spirit." But in our swinging, post savage world of pop culture, a fetish usually means something that turns you on that's not a mainstream kick. It's your kick. Maybe it's how you keep in touch with the inner savage, but it's definitely the gear or the scenario that gets you off.
Instead of the usual red and green, try blue this Christmas. Devices equipped with a Bluetooth chip can communicate wirelessly via radio waves and automatically detect other Bluetooth-powered gadgets in the vicinity. Bluetooth technology enables Sony Ericsson's T68i mobile phone to communicate wirelessly with Plantronics' M1500 headset, allowing you to keep the phone in your briefcase and command it via voice dialing. When attached to Sony's optional Communicam accessory, the phone can snap digital photos and send them via e-mail directly from the phone or beam them instantly to a nearby Bluetooth device. Use it to transfer those naughty pictures from the office holiday party to IBM's Thinkpad X24 (equipped with a Bluetooth PC card) or Compaq's iPAQ Pocket PC with built-in Blue tooth connectivity. Desktop computers are also going cordless this season. Microsoft's Bluetooth transceiver attaches to a USB port and can communicate wirelessly with the company's keyboard and mouse set—as well as up to five additional Bluetooth-enabled devices—giving you freedom to sit by the fire and finish your holiday shopping online. Print all those wish lists wirelessly on Epson's Stylus C82. By using the company's Bluetooth adapters, several users within a 30-foot area can connect to it wirelessly and print files from computers, Palm Pilots, Pocket PCs and, in the future, even cell phones. The adapter attaches easily to a printer's parallel port connection and is compatible with several Epson printers.