Ever since we published his Great Shark Hunt in 1974, we've been proud to embrace Hunter S. Thompson and all that he stands for. With his IBM Selectric and a moral compass that never failed, Thompson set out to administer a modern-day version of frontier justice. He exposed hypocrisy, stood up to crooked politicians and cops, and raged against puritanism, power and corruption, all while having big fun. At the time of his passing he was working with Playboy on a handbook for future rebels: Postcards From the Proud Highway contains his hard-won wisdom and advice from the edge. He once described in The Playboy Interview the feeling he had when his first forays into gonzo were hailed by critics: "It was like falling down an elevator shaft and landing in a pool full of mermaids." Happy landing, Doc.
When it comes to starlet sobriquets, K.D. Aubert's is hard to beat--she's been called the black Angelina Jolie. "I hear it at least once a day," she says. "Honestly I love it every time." From eye-candy beginnings (she played Harlot in The Scorpion King), K.D.'s career has progressed nicely with parts in Soul Plane and the forthcoming Dying for Dolly, in which she endures every girl's nightmare: endless lip-locking with R&B god Usher. "I had to kiss him for 12 hours straight. I'm surprised I didn't gag from all the Listerine strips in my mouth," she says. "We had some hot and steamy moments--clothes on, unfortunately." As business heats up, K.D. has no interest in settling down. "I can't even pronounce monogamous, let alone spell it--you think I can be it?" she says. "Single and safe both start with an s. So do sane and sex." Currently recording a few hip-hop tracks, K.D. has been featured in videos for P. Diddy and Fabolous. "I don't shake my ass and make my booty clap in videos," she says. "Kudos to those who do, because it's definitely a skill. I've tried in the mirror to make my booty clap or hold a dollar bill, but it hasn't happened yet. I'm curious--I just want to know how it works."
(A) The best place to take in the Grand Prix is on the deck of a yacht in Monte Carlo's harbor--if you can get an invitation. (B) Prince Rainier III's palace. Go ahead and stop by; tell him we sent you. (C) The Casino de Monte Carlo is the most famous building on the Riviera. The parking lot looks like a Ferrari showroom. (D) The fivestar Hotel de Paris, where you'll want to book your room (from $755 a night, montecarloresort.com). Don't miss Alain Ducasse's sensational restaurant Louis XV. (E) Amber Lounge (pictured above), where supermodels are on the menu.
Watchmaker Richard Mille calls this little demon the Formula One of the watch industry. Don't worry, it doesn't run fast. It's all about a sleek body and a relentless engine. Each tick involves 267 mechanical components. Bonus: a torque indicator, which tells you how wound up the thing is. On sale at westimewatches.com for a mere $450,000.
In 1998 Philippe Starck reenvisioned the swing-arm desk lamp, adding clean architectural lines and his signature streamlined elegance. Two years later he blew it up. The Superarchimoon lamp ($8,650, flos.com) pictured here can stand as high as nine feet and is capable of illuminating a large area--or helping Godzilla do his taxes.
Imagine Slicing a wake into a mirror-topped Italian lake in a 1954 Ferrari GT. Since that's an experiment sure to end in tears, we'll recommend the next best thing: the Mas 28 ($250,000, mas-yacht.com). Crafted in a village on Lake Como in northern Italy, the 28-footer makes its U.S. debut in time for this summer's cruising season. With its retro styling, sleek body, teak trim and sunbathing deck (on the bow), it harkens back to a time when boating was more about form than function. Of course, with a 6.2-liter V8 MerCruiser stern drive and a cabin with a fridge, a head and fresh running water, you'll have all the function you'll ever need.
"My Perfect Day would start on the beach in Sandy Hook, New Jersey. I'd be lying on a hammock with Serena Williams on one side of me and Nikki Cox on the other. I'd wear the most comfortable clothes I could find: Adidas sneakers, Gap camouflage pants, a shirt that reads the more you drink the better I look and Ray-Bans to keep all that sun out. In the afternoon I'd fly to Cat Island in the Bahamas, pick up Jessica Simpson in an S500 Mercedes-Benz and take her out for a private dolphin encounter. After that I'd share some fish tacos with Bono and just listen to him, learning. I'd end the day back in the hammock with Hef's Little Black Book. It's never too late to get some tips from the master."
Among the Fans of Evolution Surf's custom boards: Cameron Diaz, Carmen Electra and Hugh M. Hefner. Now that's a surfing team. To make the LSD-inspired acid-splash line, designers hand-carve the boards and mix the paint colors themselves. Pictured: Tequila Sunrise ($2,800, evolutionsurf.com). Handcrafted mother-of-pearl fins are an extra $600.
Be Careful: Thinking about the electric piano may trigger a bad progrock flashback. But don't fear the beeper. Suzuki's amazing HG-550ex ($12,000, suzuki music.com) sounds and feels nearly identical to its string-and-hammer grand piano forebears--until you flick a switch and unleash trumpets, bassoons, guitars and drumbeats. You can also import music tracks to play along with, plug in a mike to sing through the built-in speakers and record up to 16 tracks on the sequencer. Then save them all to a disk and mail them right to David Geffen.
I wore my wedding ring for a few weeks after the ceremony but then stopped. When my wife asked me why I put it on only for family events (to avoid a confrontation with my mother-in-law, although I've stopped doing even that), I told her the truth: I have never worn jewelry, not even a watch, so I find the ring distracting and uncomfortable. I also found that it snagged on everything, and whenever I washed my hands the design would catch all the soap. We have a truce now (if you call not bringing it up a truce), so my only question is, Why does a wife consider it such a big deal if her husband doesn't wear a ring?--J.N., Seattle, Washington
It was 1983. Major General Albert Stubblebine III, commander of military intelligence, stared at his wall in Arlington, Virginia and decided to do it. As frightening as the prospect was, he was going into the next office. He stood up and moved out from behind his desk.
It's time again for a look at our no-fault culture. In his book Evil: An Investigation, Lance Morrow notes that "evil portrays itself, almost without exception, as injured innocence, fighting back." If that's true, we're surrounded. And yet amid the charges and countercharges we always find a few stories that suggest we should be more optimistic. Here are two: (1) A study in the Michigan Law Review found that the percentage of people willing to settle in a hypothetical personal-injury lawsuit jumped from 52 percent to 73 percent when the only change in the offer was an apology, and (2) Andrew Wilson of Branson, Missouri legally changed his name to They because, he says, he heard so many people claiming "They did this" or "They did that," he felt someone had to take responsibility. They--you the man.
Perry Mason Raymond Burr as Perry Mason. Days in court: 1957 to 1993, including TV movies. Specialty act: This stolid, all-knowing defense attorney never failed to win a case, usually during a "surprise ending" when the actual culprit confessed on the stand. Verdict: Still TV's longest-running attorney, Mason made justice seem fair and made lawyers look like latter-day Sherlock Holmeses.
Who hasn't at some point contemplated what the poet Shelley called the "palace-roof of cloudless nights"? For centuries humans have stared into the sky and tried to figure out how it (and they) got where they are. Myths have given way to science, yet, as recent school board battles over Darwin show, rationality is often confounded by parochialism. No wonder. Evolution challenges religious beliefs, and cosmology--with its cold, indifferent universe--forces us to alter how we think about life. With our traditional sense of order called into doubt, what can take its place? We asked some of the world's best modern thinkers what science can tell us, including Simon Singh, author of the best-seller Big Bang, who starts us off with the origins of the universe, and Julia Sweeney, the former Saturday Night Live star who has turned her quest for knowledge into a trilogy of highly regarded one-woman shows (God Said, Ha!, The Family Way and Letting Go of God).
Once upon a time there was a big bang. All matter emerged from a hot, dense, compact state, and the universe expanded and evolved over the course of several billion years into the universe we see today. And everybody lived happily ever after. It sounds like a fairy tale, but it's true. For thousands of years civilizations have fabricated myths and theories to describe the history and origin of the universe. We are among the first generation of humans to have a consistent and compelling explanation--yet lots of people seem unable to accept this.
As holder of the Charles Simonyi chair in the Public Understanding of Science at Oxford University, Dawkins is the world's most eminent evolutionary biologist. His latest book is The Ancestor's Tale: A Pilgrimage to the Dawn of Evolution.
For 40 years I ignored science. I thought science was a set of miscellaneous obscure facts about things like black holes and quarks and ages of places like the universe. All incomprehensible, remote and full of abstract concepts. All things that would be interesting if you were a person who was interested in those things. Which I wasn't.
We're used to seeing Playmates become TV stars, from Pam Anderson on Bay-watch to Jenny McCarthy on Singled Out, but one of our favorite Centerfolds, Victoria Fuller, has taken a most unlikely route to becoming a household name. The Playmate turned professional artist joined with her husband, Jonathan, a handsome 42-year-old writer, producer and day-spa owner, to take part in The Amazing Race 6, probably the most critically acclaimed reality show on TV. The couple signed on for the adventure and the chance to win $1 million. Instead they became the show's stars--but not necessarily for reasons they would have wanted.
It was hard enough for George Steinbrenner to stomach the Diamondbacks ending his team's three-year championship run in 2001. But to see his club not even get to the World Series in two of the next three years? To watch the Red Sox not only win the Series--their first title since World War I--but advance with an upset of his Bronx Bombers, who became the first team in baseball history to blow a 3--0 lead in a best-of-seven series?
After steroids and salaries, the hot topic in baseball is the number crunchers. Michael Lewis's Moneyball kicked off a debate about whether a general manager should evaluate players through traditional scouting or by performance analysis.
No hurricane is going to frighten Fort Lauderdale native Jamie Westenhiser out of Spring Break City. "With hurricanes you get a warning," she says. "You prepare all the food, put up plywood and bring everything from the backyard into the house." When we ask what's in her emergency kit, the sleepy-eyed 23-year-old smiles. "Lots of candy. I have a major problem with sweets," she says. "I love to lick the bowl of whatever I bake. Disgusting, huh?" Not to us--we're pretty prolicking here--so we ask the former Body Glove swimwear model what else she'd like to confess. "This is my going-out-of-the-modeling-business shoot," she replies. "Now I'm getting into investment-type real estate." Miss May has some history in that field. "My mom used to own a party business called the Best Little Bounce House in Town. We would blow the house up and invite the neighborhood kids over, and this made me the cool kid on the block." See? From Bounce House to your house.
The U.S. ambassador to France invited Jacques Chirac and his wife over for dinner. As they ate, the ambassador's wife said to Chirac's wife, "I hear you two are going on vacation in the Caribbean. It must be nice to get away."
What follows is the final collaboration between Hunter Stockton Thompson and Playboy, based on a series of interviews he gave to Assistant Editor Tim Mohr last December. The two spent the better part of a week at Owl Farm analyzing a variety of subjects, from firearms to physical fitness, all of which interested Thompson deeply. "To live outside the law you must be honest," Bob Dylan wrote, but you must also possess great sensitivity to your environment and a wide range of esoteric skills and wisdom. In his 67 years on earth Thompson made himself an expert in matters great and small and loved nothing more than to expound on what he had learned. This assignment was interrupted by his death on February 20, but we could think of no better tribute to a great American writer than to present this small storehouse of vital knowledge in his own words. This is for old fans as well as those who may have come to the party only recently.--The Editors
The desperate housewives who sizzle up Wisteria Lane on Sunday evenings have done the near impossible: They've made homemaking sexy. But while taboo liaisons and steamy fantasies make for tasty nighttime drama, the reality of supersexy mothers is no TV illusion. Look next door, in the grocery store, at the health club or in the PTA and you'll discover what we did--MILFs are everywhere. Our call for real-life sexy mothers willing to show us their domestic goods was answered by nearly 1,000 women, ranging from 18 to 60 years old. Some were married, some divorced, some had never been hitched, but they all had children--and a mature sensuality that is anything but desperate. "The percentage of quality candidates for this search is the best I've seen in my 14 years here," says Senior Photography Editor Kevin Kuster. "The top reason given for applying was 'When I was younger, I could have been a Playmate. Now I'm not going to miss my chance.' " Most say they're Desperate Housewives watchers, but unlike some characters on the show, all of them have discovered how to be nurturing mothers while still keeping things cooking for the men in their life. Here are 12 compelling arguments that motherhood does the body good.
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When a new comic debuts in 160 newspapers (about the same total as Calvin and Hobbes), you might assume it was cast from the same moribund mold as Beetle Bailey and Garfield, limping in daily with an identical innocuous joke. You'd be wrong. "I flip through my past strips and can't believe any sane newspaper would print them," says Aaron McGruder, 30-year-old creator of The Boondocks. Chronicling the lives of Huey and Riley, two inner-city black kids sent to live in an affluent suburb, the daily strip is one of the most controversial (and successful) ever, reflecting its author's perspective along with his plainspokenness. Of course, not pulling punches means papers regularly pull individual strips. "Americans are not used to talking honestly about race, let alone laughing about it," McGruder says. "But if you worry about what other people think, you can't do the job." He's also quick to point out that radicalized Huey is not simply a mouthpiece for the cartoonist's own views: "Huey's paranoid; I just don't trust the government. People think I'm trying to change the world. I'm just trying to earn a living in a way that I don't have to be ashamed of." The latest Boondocks anthology, Public Enemy #2, is out this month.
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The Brain--Khalid Sheikh Mohammed came out of the suburbs of Kuwait city to establish himself as the Mastermind behind the 9/11 attacks. We take you into an unsettling world of intrigue and Mayhem as we follow the man they call the brain from North Carolina to Manila to his Daring Predawn capture in Pakistan. An Exclusive look into Fanaticism by Terrorism expert Rohan Gunaratna