Since her stint as the face-- and chest-- of Wonderbra, Eva Herzigova has been an instantly recognizable member of the world's elite modeling corps. Now bringing her star quality to a budding acting career, she's certainly a long way from the Czech Republic, where as a teen she was discovered soon after the fall of the Berlin Wall. "Eva has an amazing presence from the moment she walks into the studio," reports photographer Mario Sorrenti, who has also been working on a new fragrance commercial and a book detailing his latest exhibition. "Her personality is flirty, sweet and smart, and she makes things happen just by the way she moves and does things. She understood the image I was going for and helped create the photographs. As a result, the shoot was playful, erotic, relaxed and enchanting."
If you think hip-hop videos have cornered the market on sexy rump shakers, you haven't seen Lisa Ligon gyrating as the main attraction in two recent clips for country superstar Trace Adkins. In the hit "Hot Mama" she plays a harried housewife who, in the blink of the singer's eye, transforms into a sprinkler-soaked sex bomb. "I got to play this beautiful girl with perfect hair and boobs pushed up to my chin," says the former Dallas Cowboys cheerleader. "One time these guys came up to me in an airport and said, Oh my gosh, you're Hot Mama. We love you.' Anytime someone recognizes me it makes me feel special." Lisa's appearance in Adkins's video for "Chrome" is also a fan favorite, and while her moves leave no doubt as to her flexibility, her performance as an aficionado of fast machines was no stretch--her dance troupe, the Purrfect Angelz, regularly appears at biker events across the country. "Anybody who is having a rally books us," she says. "I had a Harley-Davidson Sportster with Fatboy fenders and a teardrop tank that I drove everywhere in Texas. I'm a biker chick at heart--100 percent." It follows that Lisa craves excitement in all areas of her life. "I need a guy who keeps me on my toes. I love the shock factor. I'm not one of those girls you have to watch what you say around."
My girlfriend and I have been together off and on for three years. Six months ago, while we were broken up, another of her exes stayed at her place. As she slept, he videotaped her with one hand while masturbating with the other. She found out about it but continues to hang out with the guy. Months later, after we were back together, she told me what had happened. I was outraged and told her I couldn't trust him around her any longer. She said I couldn't tell her who to be friends with. I love this girl, but she refuses to see that this guy is a psycho who violated her. We've broken up again over this. What do you think?--B.W., Portland, Oregon
If President Bush wins the election, he is almost certain to be able to make the Supreme Court list to the right for a decade o more after he has left office. Because the current Court has split five to four on almost every charged issue, replacing even one justice could have a dramatic effect. The time is ripe. No justice has retired in the past 10 years--the longest stretch without a new face since 1824. Age is catching up with the Court, much as it did in the early 1990s when William Brennan, Thurgood Marshall, Byron White and Harry Blackmun--for whom I served as a clerk--all retired.
The federal estate tax is not dead. It only appears to be. Since the early 1990s some of America's wealthiest families--not including my own--have financed a campaign to eliminate the tax. They argue that a tax that affects only multimillionaires is a bad thing. They deride it as a "death tax," playing on the idea that you can never escape the IRS.
In 1979 the Playboy Foundation introduced the Hugh M. Hefner First Amendment Awards to recognize those who defend our right to free speech. Each of this year's winners or set of winners received $5,000:
From a police video posted at papersplease. org. On May 21, 2000 Dudley Hiibel had a fight with his teenage daughter, Mimi, while she drove the family pickup near Winnemucca, Nevada. After she punched him in the shoulder, he told her to pull over. Deputy Lee Dove of the Humboldt County Sheriff's Department responded to a report of domestic violence:
Reality: At least 135 people who confessed to crimes were later exonerated by DNA or other evidence. Most people assume that anyone falsely accused would deny everything and ask for a lawyer. In fact, typically only experienced felons invoke their Miranda rights. The innocent man asks himself, Why should I stay silent? I have nothing to hide. He is unprepared for the psychological rigors of a professional interrogation. The detectives who conduct it are trained to convince the suspect that his situation is hopeless. Nothing prevents police from lying to get this done. They may tell a suspect he can go home if he confesses. Or they may claim to have evidence--including DNA and witnesses--that doesn't exist. Sociologist Richard Ofshe, who specializes in identifying false confessions, has reviewed interrogations in which officers told suspects that their crime had been recorded by satellite, that cops had lifted a "penis print" or that DNA tests had been completed within an hour. Although it's illegal, coercion may also be used. Detectives may promise to get the charges reduced ("I'll talk to the judge"). They may tell a juvenile or an accused sex offender that he will be dropped into the prison population to be raped. A confession is rarely beaten out of a suspect, Ofshe says--psychological pressure is usually enough. Anxious and despairing, a suspect won't question why the police, if they have all this evidence, would need a statement. The detective offers a way out: "Here's what I think happened," he'll say, recasting the crime as self-defense or an act that requires counseling, not prison time. If a suspect is frustrated and exhausted and believes there is strong evidence despite his innocence, a confession sounds like a great deal. After hours of pressure he comes to believe that he'll be convicted with or without a confession but that cooperating will mean leniency. Ofshe argues, as do others, that police should be required to tape not just the confessions but the questioning. "The police argue against it, citing expense and other nonsense," he says. "But they just don't want to give up the right to break the law in the interrogation room when they decide it's necessary."
It's a throwaway city for a throwaway society, a place where the American dream came to die. No other U.S. metropolis has suffered a decline as steep as Detroit's. From "the arsenal of democracy" during World War II to a blue-collar Shangri-la in the 1950s and 1960s--where a man could go straight from high school to the factory floor and earn enough money to buy a house and a car and support his family for the rest of his life--to a global symbol for what happens when cities go bad, a byword for violent crime, urban decay and racialized poverty. Today Detroit is America's forgotten city.
They'll give it to us straight up with a twist. Afterward they may even give us a martini, too. They are our favorite bartenders, the ones who have our hooch ready to go before we ask, the ones who pretend to listen intently to our confessions. We watch them set drinks on fire, toss bottles into the air, light people's smokes and look sensational. When we set out to find America's sexiest bartender, we knew it would be a daunting task. Hundreds of mixologists from around the country sent in pictures. We narrowed the list to the 10 tall glasses of gin you see here. Server Heather Smith believes her neighborhood tavern in Pennsylvania is already a winner. "Everyone is welcome," she says. "No one judges anyone. It's just a good time." Shioban Magee hopes the hoopla surrounding our sexy bartender contest will draw more thirsty customers to her New York bar. "If this boosts sales because people come in to see me, I'll be thrilled," she says. "I'll sign issues for them." Jenny Soto knows how to keep guys coming back for more at her establishment in California. "It's a fashion show behind the bar," Jenny says. "When I'm working I like to wear figure-flattering clothes. I love flirting, especially with shy guys. I love showering them with attention." Cheers to that, and to all the thirst-quenching professionals we've met along the way.
On the night I met Henry Lo I was hanging out on the slummy end of the Las Vegas Strip, at the Sahara. With its camel sculptures and vaguely Arabic sign-age, it's a legendary part of old Vegas that has become the ultimate low-roller joint. Instead of the Rat Pack cavorting in the lounge until five A.M., the best you can hope to see today are the occasional winners celebrating at the crap stable.
Summer is upon us in full force, and with it comes the instinct to cut loose and indulge yourself. It's time for icy cocktails, gorgeous women and outdoor dining. Unlike the winter party season, when hosts blow the dust off their fine china and crystal, summer means cooking over charcoal. Meals are served on paper plates, drinks in plastic cups. And in lieu of napkins, there's always a garden hose.
My childhood wasn't exactly ideal, and I mention it here not as an excuse but as a point of reference. For the record, both my parents drank heavily, and in the early days, before my father gave up and withered away somewhere deep in the upright shell of himself, there was shouting, there were accusations, tears, violence. And smoke. The house was a factory of smoke, his two packs a day of Camels challenging the output of her two packs of Marlboros. I spent a lot of time outside. I ran with the kids in the neighborhood, the athletic ones when I was younger, the sly and disaffected as I came into my teens, and after an indifferent career at an indifferent college, I came back home to live rent-free in my childhood room in the attic as the rancor simmered below me and the smoke rose through the floorboards and seeped in around the door frame.
Pilar Lastra does not take her good fortune for granted. Although the 23-year-old actress is excited to discuss her forthcoming movie roles, she first recalls how she's come such a long way from her home in San Antonio. "My family was so poor that my sisters and I wore boys' hand-me-downs," she says. "My mother and father divorced when I was young. My father lives in Spain, along with most of my extended family. We came from nothing, so I'm grateful now when I look at everything I have." A self-described bookworm in high school who "tried to rebel and be cool," Pilar couldn't deceive her mother without feeling guilty. "I'd sneak out of the house at night, but I would leave a note for my mom so she could contact me. I didn't want her to worry. I never wanted to cause trouble. I never got caught, thank God. I can't imagine my mom crashing a party or calling and going, Is my daughter there? You guys aren't drinking, are you?"
Here's something the luckiest people in the world know: When Eva Herzigova rolls out of bed, she looks incredible. We discover this on a Wednesday morning in May, when the super-model swings open the door to her New York City hotel suite. She's wearing a delicate white shirt, jeans and white sneakers--a low-key but expensive outfit. Freckles dot her nose.
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BMW's GS series has always defied convention. Neither cruiser nor sport bike, the adventure tourer could just as easily go from Paris to Dakar as down to the Kwik-E-Mart on a midnight munchies run. Now, 24 years after the GS debuted, BMW has rebuilt it from the ground up, offering a host of hidden delights (such as gas-saving microprocessors), guilty pleasures (antilock brakes you can disable to get sideways on dirt tracks) and trick accessories (collapsible aluminum saddlebags). The R 1200 is superlight at 496 pounds, smooth as silk thanks to a counterbalanced opposed-twin engine and plenty powerful (100 horsepower). We test-drove it across South Africa and would have happily extended the trip to Helsinki. Price: $15,100. No, that isn't a typo.
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Women of the Olympics--Everyone will be watching the Athens Summer Olympics, but we have something you won't see on TV: The world's sexiest female competitors prepping for action just like the ancient greeks--in the buff. An explosive, controversial pictorial starring eight of the world's athletic goddesses.