"Jamie Foxx is as cool as the other side of the pillow," says Michael Fleming, who spent nights hanging out in Foxx's Miami digs quizzing him for the Playboy Interview. Foxx, who won last year's Academy Award for best actor for his work in Ray, is in the midst of another professional boom, the latest phase in one of the most unlikely--and interesting--careers in Hollywood. "He is absolutely fun to be around," Fleming reports, "and he doesn't have the swelled head one might expect him to have. Many other actors demand big money and leading roles after they win an Oscar, but Jamie seems content not to be the only star in his movies. He was excited to do the Playboy Interview. He knows its reputation and realized he could say whatever he wanted without things being cut or taken out of context."
Anyone can Drive a Ferrari, but it takes a certain style to look as if you belong in one. Since 1976 the Italian leather-goods house Schedoni has been crafting exclusive travel bag sets to fit the scant storage space of Ferrari GTs--perfect, say, for a long weekend cruising the Pacific Coast Highway in a vintage 308. For your more buttoned-down moments, Schedoni also offers an equally smart business line. Pictured: the Classic Briefcase in black ($2,450, schedoni.com).
An Invitation to Mario Batali's house on Thanksgiving is tough to come by. We're serving up the next best thing: the slightly condensed recipe for his Stuffed Turkey Lombardy-Style, plucked from his latest cookbook, Molto Italiano ($35).
For Guys who like to cook, pots and pans are like sports cars. You want high performance, durability and a slick look that makes you want to put them to the test--especially when there's a woman around. Although you may be cooking haute French or Italian, you can't beat All-Clad's kitchenware, made here in America (in Canonsburg, Pennsylvania). Its latest line, Copper Core, combines a copper base for quick, even heat with stainless steel for durability. The seven-piece set ($679, allclad.com) has everything you need. Pictured: the three-quart sauté pan and four-quart saucepan.
"This Vodka is clear, captivating and brilliant--like the women who inspire me," says Italian fashion designer Roberto Cavalli about his eponymous new vodka ($60 at fine liquor stores). We tasted chilled shots with the man himself and found it as smooth as any on the market. The vodka is distilled from grain harvested in the Po Valley and mountain water from Piedmont, and naturally it's dressed in a gorgeous bottle. Stay tuned for Cavalli's reinterpretation of the Playboy Bunny costume, due this spring.
New York is a City with a split personality. There's the Big Apple that's full of worms (think Last Exit to Brooklyn) and the one that's riper and sweeter than ever. We suggest you bite into the latter. Our pick for the most luxurious hotel room in town is the Presidential Suite at Mandarin Oriental (at the Time Warner Center), a 2,230-square-foot 53rd-floor fun house. When the porter opens the door, you step into the living-dining space. To your right is the bar and the baby grand (Where's Cole Porter when you need him?). To your left is the formal dining area and fully appointed kitchen. You've got skyline views in just about every direction. The media room has a mahogany desk, couches and a 60-inch plasma, and in the master bed, you'll find a king-size beauty and silk-lined walls. Spend an hour in the master bath (pictured) relaxing in the shower-steam room, which is bigger than your average Manhattan apartment, then dine at Per Se (four stars) right downstairs. The suite will run you, oh, $13,500 a night (mandarinoriental.com). At that rate, you might as well move in.
When it comes to Digital photography, it's not all about the megapixels. Today's shutterbugs suffer from such buzzkills as slow turn-on, punishing shutter lag and interfaces that require a Ph.D. to understand. Meet Casio's new Exilim S500 ($400, casio.com), which brings you as close as we've seen to point-and-shoot nirvana. The S500 powers up in a second, shoots when you want it to and features a stripped-down interface that lets you access everything you need (including 33 preset shooting modes) without touching the manual. Available in white, gray and orange and the size of 10 stacked credit cards, it slips into your pocket without killing the lines of your suit and can record MPEG-4 video at 30 frames a second. And about those megapixels: It has five. That's more than enough.
You can take this watch at face value. It won't quote you a stock price, tell you if the Celtics are winning or fire .45 millimeter rounds that will draw the blood of your enemies. But we like Montblanc's XXXL Chronograph GMT Automatic ($12,835, montblanc.com) for its understated style, the way it nods to its ancestors (that circa 1940s rose-gold case is as classic as it gets) and its near-perfect accuracy (it's certified by the Controle Officiel Suisse des Chronometres). Handcrafted in Montblanc's Swiss factory, the ticker is finished with a sapphire cover, clasp enclosure and black alligator semi-matte strap. A rose-gold chain is also available.
In the fall of 2004 I found myself in conversation with a woman who in no way wished to offend or argue with me. Indeed, she assumed we stood on common ground (she was a feminist professor) and thus became agitated by my silence as she recited the usual litany: President Bush, not Bin Laden, is a terrorist; the war in Iraq is worse than the Vietnam war; America's reputation is ruined; we need to work in concert with the United Nations. I said nothing. Finally she blurted out, "But after what we did in Guatemala and all our other dirty doings in South America, you can't say we didn't deserve having it thrown back at us on 9/11. You do understand that America deserves being hated everywhere, don't you?"
The United States has long looked across the Atlantic at Europe and seen a familiar ally, an economic partner and a favorite vacation spot. Only a few decades from now, however, Americans peering eastward may see something else entirely: Eurabia. The region's Muslim population is exploding, and some experts go so far as to predict that Europe may have an Islamic majority by the end of the century.
From the bookTrained to Kill:Soldiers at War, by Theodore Nadelson: "For the combatant in control of the encounter, the moment before squeezing the trigger can be fulsome and erotic. Lust is part of killing in battle, but it is not pretty or romantic. A man so fearful he soils himself may, in the next moment, have an erection. Subordinating another by force is said to be exciting, Freud noted, because there is no anxiety coming from the possibility of being rejected. For some soldiers this excitement, arousal and pleasure can later become a source of concern and doubt. In peacetime reflection it seems bizarre. A former Marine confessed, 'The first time I killed, I puked and messed myself. The fifth man I killed, I got hard. If that is normal, what kind of animals are we?"'
As President George W. Bush gears up to remake the Supreme Court in his own image, it may be a good time to remember that expectations can sometimes run contrary to reality. Despite the president's assertion, it is difficult, if not impossible, to look into a man's (or woman's) soul and predict how he or she might respond to the challenges of the day. Even ideologues can surprise. Below are six Supreme Court justices who defied expectations--both in positive and negative fashion--and altered the ideological composition of the Court
Byron Raphael was a 22-year-old agent in training at the William Morris Agency in Beverly Hills in 1956, when, working in the mail room, he delivered an envelope to Colonel Tom Parker, Elvis Presley's manager, at Twentieth Century Fox, Parker immediately appropriated him ("Tell your bosses you're going to work for me") and made Raphael his spy--within both the Morris office and Elvis's camp. But Elvis had different plans for Raphael. He made the young man part of his personal entourage and entrusted him with a very special task: sorting through Elvis's female fans for women who would share the King's bed. "My life was so unbelievable. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world," says Raphael, now 71. He has never told these stories until now.
Once a young lady becomes one of our Playmates, it's hardly unusual to see her establish a lucrative career in television or film. But as far as we can tell, Kelly Monaco is the first Playmate to become a champion dancer. Kelly, who also stars as Samantha McCall on the soap opera General Hospital, took part in ABC's surprise summer hit Dancing With the Stars. Over the course of six episodes, Kelly shook her cute booty in competition with such celebrities as Rachel Hunter, Evander Holyfield, Trista Sutter, John O'Hurley and Joey McIntyre. Although Kelly was criticized by judges during the first few weeks for her clumsiness and morose expressions ("Is there a death in the family?" one asked. "Your face, it's like someone died"), she hung on. And clung on. On our favorite episode, Kelly's top came unfastened, and she had to complete the samba with one hand preventing all of America from beholding a vision Playboy readers first saw in April 1997. The following week, Kelly professed embarrassment about nearly flashing almost 17 million people. But while we scratched our heads over this sudden case of bashfulness--that's not the woman we know--we continued to root for her. As it happened, this near--wardrobe malfunction proved a turning point for Kelly, who began to exhibit a determination that led host Tom Bergeron to compare her to Rocky. She invested every fox-trot, samba and freestyle performance with plucky verve. As the weeks progressed, her rival celebrities, along with his or her professional dance partner, were one by one eliminated from the competition until only the pairs headed by Kelly and the regal O'Hurley remained. On the final night, Kelly danced her heart out. She and her partner earned perfect 10s from each of the three judges, which, along with the overwhelming support of the television audience, gave them the title. Unfortunately, the result caused some grumbling. Critics say it simply wasn't fair that Kelly, with her many faithful General Hospital fans, should have been matched against a model, a boxer, a reality-TV star, Seinfeld's Peterman and an old New Kid on the Block. O'Hurley himself sniffed, saying there was a hidden "agenda" behind her win, and the television watchdog group Morality in Media has called for an investigation. To all who are complaining, we say, "Take a waltz." The judging wasn't fixed, but surely the judges were transfixed--and Kelly's beauty didn't hurt. Moreover, we suspect it wasn't Kelly's daytime fans who jammed the phone lines but a legion of her Playboy-reading admirers. However, Kelly needs no defense; she's in talks with ABC to return next summer to defend her title (and, rumor has it, move to Desperate Housewives' Wisteria Lane this season). Viva la Kelly!
Start doing trick shots in a bar or pool hall, and people take notice. If you actually sink your shots, you'll gather a crowd. And if you're a beautiful woman, you may need a police escort to get out of there. These facts of the felt were never more apparent than on a recent evening at Amsterdam Billiard Club, an upscale pool joint on Manhattan's Upper West Side, when Jennifer "Nine Millimeter" Barretta demonstrated her personal favorite pool tricks. Like clockwork a curious crowd materialized, drifting from the surrounding tables to form a raucously supportive ring around this rising star of the women's pool circuit. Only because we were on Barretta's home turf was the police escort unnecessary.
My name is Harvey Pekar. I wrote an Autobiographical comic book series dealing with everyday life, American Splendor. A movie of the same name was based on it and amazingly won sundance and cannes awards in 2003.Here I am in late April 2005, sitting around stewing about a piece I was supposed to and hopefully still will write for Playboy.Man, Mutta Hassle
<p>When you have a family as large and culturally diverse as Raquel Gibson's, your passport soaks up more ink than a UN ambassador's. "My mom is Filipino, and my dad is an Italian New Yorker," she says. "I'm the baby of the family--the spoiled one--and I have five siblings from the ages of 21 to 43. I have a niece who is actually older than I am, which means I was an aunt before I was even born." Although the 20-year-old has always called Florida home, she often jets to the Philippines and Japan, where her oldest sister and her family live. "I'm fluent in Tagalog, which is a language of the Philippines, and I know a little Japanese," she says. "I want to learn Spanish, Portuguese, Italian--I have a whole list!" As she enthusiastically tosses some Tagalog at us, we can't help but notice her resemblance to another exotic beauty. "It's flattering to be told that I look like Jessica Alba," she says. "It started when Dark Angel came out. I don't watch much TV, so I said, 'Who is Dark Angel? I'm a what?' I figured it out when she became better known. My friends say I should sign autographs when people ask if I'm her, but I couldn't get into that."</p>
Sometime next year, from off the coast of Japan, we should find out if he is right. Working onboard the Chikyu, a 210-meter ship equipped with a huge drilling platform, a team of geologists, engineers and oceanographers led by Japan's Center for Deep Earth Exploration hopes to drill the world's deepest hole. The 8.5-inch aperture will penetrate seven kilometers under the earth's crust to pierce its mantle and solve some of our most profound mysteries. For the first time, human eyes may see the molten rock that makes up 84 percent of Earth's volume. According to astronomer Thomas Gold, they may tap into the source of the planet's energy and the cradle of life itself.
The night of January 15, 2005 was a typical Saturday at the Playwright Irish Pub on the corner of Washington Avenue and 13th Street in the South Beach section of Miami Beach. The bar was filled with rowdy Anglo-Irish rugby fans cheering on their favorite teams, whose games were being beamed via satellite to the bar's many televisions. The pub's owner, Eamon Guilfoyle, 31, a native of Kilkenny, Ireland, wandered through the bar glad-handing his compatriots, chatting in the Irish brogue he hadn't lost even after 11 years in the States. The bartenders were pouring pints of Guinness and shots of Jameson, and the waitresses were hustling orders of corned beef and cabbage to chef Adriano Visentin, a slightly built 27-year-old Italian, in the kitchen. The bar was so raucous that Visentin almost didn't hear the rear fire-exit door open at 8:23 P.M. Ordinarily that door would be locked from the outside, but on this busy night it was unlocked so the pub's busboys could throw out garbage in the alley trash bins. But Visentin did hear the door open, so he went to have a look. What he saw was frightening.
Since August, a new reality show has been running on E! called The Girls Next Door. It's about a distinguished gentleman who lives in a Holmby Hills mansion, wears pajamas all day, has three stunning girlfriends who never get jealous of one another and runs a media empire when he's not partying. Jaded reality viewers can be forgiven for figuring it's a setup--that either we're dealing with a typical bit of reality-show hyperbole or the whole season is leading up to the surprise twist when we learn it's all fake.
I really needed a stroll in the night air this evening, Weevil ... those five bags of Barbeque Chips I ate before watching the Director's cut of "Sylvia does Syracuse" didn't exactly agree with me.Hm, what's this?
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Marilyn Monroe--"I'm lying on my bed, wearing only a brassiere." So begins a free-association monologue by Monroe, speaking into a tape recorder and offering thoughts meant only for her psychiatrist. Published uncensored for the first time, these comments raise new questions--pursued in an accompanying article by Lisa Depaulo--about the state of Marilyn's mind and the unsettling details of a death authorities describe as a probable suicide.