After his highly successful shows at prestigious museums, we are pleased to present Sante D'Orazios photos in The Passion of Pam. "Anyone can take a picture; it was the connection between Pam Anderson and me that made these photographs breathtaking," D'Orazio says. "I never try to pose the subject. I create the atmosphere and then capture genuine moments that make for such beautiful pictures. Besides Pam's flawless looks, her natural generosity and lovingness are why the public has embraced her and why there is a tremendous amount of depth in her photos. I have had plenty of giant-breasted girls say to me. I can be the next Pam Anderson if you shoot me.' I tell them. No. There is only one Pam.' Like the Mona Lisa and Marilyn Monroe, Pam has come to symbolize the divine beauty of femininity in contemporary culture."
As legal counsel for the family of Matt Carrington, who died in February 2005 at Chico State following a fraternity hazing, I find Jonathan Littman's article (The Basement, October) right on point. The only shortcoming is his soft treatment of fraternities. It is true that athletic teams and other groups haze, often viciously, but frats have a
In the October After Hours you list mascots you claim are not fearsome, including the Claim Jumpers of my alma mater, Columbia College. Since about the only way a gold-rush claim jumper could steal another man's spot was to kill him, a claim jumper is definitely someone to fear, unlike, say, a buckeye or a duck.
Ozark Lake (October) asks if there is anything more dangerous than a teenage girl; that question was answered in Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?, by Joyce Carol Oates. I'm surprised you didn't list her 1966 story as Nick Connell's obvious inspiration, as there are many similarities, including writing style, 15-year-old protagonists, older villains and characters named Connie. That aside, Connell's story is as compelling as Oates's original.
Miss September Janine Habeck says she's the second German Playmate to immigrate to the U.S. edition, after Ursula Buchfellner in October 1979. But Elke Jeinsen (May 1993) and Nadine Chanz (October 1996) also first appeared as Playmates in the German edition. Hinrich Weder Hamburg, Germany That's our mistake. We'll try to get them all together for Kaffee und Kuchen.
As a longtime playboy subscriber, a native of Appalachian Kentucky, a son of a coal miner and an attorney representing disabled miners, I was delighted to read Inside Deep Mine 26 (September). However, I would like to make a correction. At one point a miner refers to a Bill Jim seam; it's actually Blue Gem. Most of my Blue Gem clients have permanent injuries (crushed foot, broken back, broken hand) but can't win federal benefits because they can't prove they have black lung. If you need an example of the dedication of these men, 1 had a case in which a judge asked a 90-year-old retired miner who
Knowing she shares my fondness for the Sex Pistols, I showed my wife your profile of Steve Jones (Jonesy, October). She took one look at the shirtless, pistol-packing, tanned and tattooed Jones and blurted, "Damn, I wish you looked like that!" I took no offense because, though she loves me and my looks, I'm no Steve Jones. Thank you for the great photo, article and issue.
About 2 million tires were dumped off the coast of Fort Lauderdale in the early 1970s in an attempt to make a reef. It failed, and the pile of rubber, which covers 36 acres of ocean floor, has choked the entire habitat. The Navy is contemplating a three-year plan to remove all the tires.
Winning bid on eBay for the vacuum-sealed remainder of a meal partially eaten by Britney Spears and Kevin Federline. Britney had an egg salad sandwich, and K-Fed nibbled at a corn dog, from which Britney also took a bite.
(Sylvester Stallone, Burt Young, Antonio Tarver) Stepping into the ring for round six, Stallone reminds us what made Rocky such a crowd-pleaser as he plays a burned-out middle-aged widower alienated from his son. His fighting spirit is revived when he decides to go up against the reigning heavyweight champ.
(Emile Hirsch, Justin Timberlake, Ben Foster, Sharon Stone) This is a spin on the true case of a hard-partying, high-living suspected L.A. drug dealer (Hirsch) who made the FBI's most-wanted list for allegedly kidnapping and killing the teenage half brother of a guy who owed him money.
(Will Smith, Thandie Newton. Jaden Christopher Syre Smith) Big Willie guns for serious acting cred again in this real-life up-by-the-bootstraps saga of a man who finds himself living out of a train-station bathroom with his kid. Determined to start over, he bucks the odds to become a successful stockbroker.
(Beyonce Knowles, Jamie Foxx, Eddie Murphy, Jennifer Hudson) Catchy Motown-style numbers could spell Oscar for this screen version of the Broadway musical. The titular girls are part of a sexy singing trio (think the Supremes) who battle personal demons, men and each other on their way to the top.
British minx Elizabeth Hurley portrays a hostage concealing two deadly weapons in this scene from Sharpe's Enemy. We hope she plays seductive on-screen again soon; her model behavior on the U.K.'s Project Catwalk is the kind of restraint we do not expect from the shagadelic Austin Powers knockout.
THE DESCENT (2006) This claustrophobic spelunking shocker about six thrill-seeking women trapped underground with carnivorous creatures will have you praying for daylight. It is easily the best horror film in years. VVVV
(PS2, 360) With The Sopranos heading into the sunset on HBO, gamers get the chance to earn T's respect mano a mano. An original story set between the events of seasons five and six, the game introduces a new rival crime family from Philadelphia. You play Joey LaRocca, Big Pussy Bonperv siero's illegitimate son. For us, hanging
ORIGINALLY DESIGNED FOR Stanley Kubrick's 2007: A Space Odyssey, the Hamilton X-01 ($1,195, hamiltonwatch.com) is how watches looked six years ago, in 1968. (Think about it.) It features a titanium case with a black rubber strap. The piece keeps track of five time zones, which is almost as cool as floating in space. Now all you need is a smooth-talking, murderous supercomputer to accompany you on long trips to oblivion.
SKIING, SEX—SAME THING. Sometimes the groomed trails are heaven on earth, and other times you're hell-bent on exploring the backcountry. Unlike sex, however, skiing requires equipment. We scanned this season's skis in search of the best. Here's what we came up with (from top): The Seth from K2 Skis ($630, k2skis.com), named for fearless freeskiing freak Seth Morrison, is a pro-model big-mountain backcountry ski that blows through powder like Tony Montana. Salomon's Dumont ($625, salomonski.com), as in champion freeskier and noted bone breaker Simon Dumont, is great for pulling backflips in the terrain park. Volkl's AC4 ($1,115, volkl.com) is a fantastic all-condition resort ski for when you want to take it easy on the blues or push it hard on the blacks. Safety first, though. Ski bunny turnoffs include spinal-cord injuries and comas.
WE'LL GIVE A pass to the awful PC design of the past 20 years as a trade-off for rampant technological innovation. But if we're going to stick a box in our home today, it darn well better be pretty. With handsome chassis made from your choice of hardwoods, Suissa's line of computers (suissacomputers.com) provides an antidote to the beige box. You can customize the machine's guts to your needs. The Yasuko, shown here in walnut and zebrawood, starts at around $6,000.
MUSIC IS MEANT to be shared with friends. Of course, that's why the original Napster was shut down. But there's a way to share music that the man hasn't figured out how to stop (yet): playing it out loud. Which is what rocks about Samsung's K5, an MP3 player with slide-out speakers mounted on its back. Available in two- and four-gigabyte flavors ($210 and $260, samsung.com), it has a bright OLED screen, sleek buttonless touch-pad controls, an FM tuner and support for music subscription services. Plus it doubles as a travel alarm clock that wakes you with your favorite tunes.
YOU CAN MEASURE a community by how it treats its waste—with refinement or with resentment. Nothing reveals this more clearly than manhole-cover design. Now downtown meets uptown in these stylish manhole-cover cuff links ($65 a pair, cufflinks.com). Covers from Paris, Rome, London, Chicago and Boston are also available.
CHRISTMAS SHOPPING IS a time-honored drag. So be a man about it—blow it off until the last second, then head to the liquor store. Here's a single-malt scotch cheat sheet (from left): The Glenlivet Nadurra ($60) is a 16-year-old cask-strength bottle of gold with hints of vanilla, honey and toasted oak. This Highland Park single cask, a 23-year-old beauty with a nutty, chocolaty sweetness, is bottled specifically for the Park Avenue Liquor Shop in New York ($200, park avenueliquor.com). For ultimate scotch bragging rights, Glenfiddich will sell you a Private Vintage cask (ours is a 1974) so your whiskey will be unlike any other in the world. Each cask holds between 200 and 500 bottles. Pricing varies; visit glenfiddich.com for more info.
■VIy ex-girlfriend (old me I need new sheets and bedding. I trust her judgment because, frankly, 1 miss her nice bed more than I miss her. She insisted that 1 also buy pillowcases with little frames, called shams. I don't mind so much that they cost $110, but I'm pretty sure they're for chicks, gay guys and maybe hotels. I don't think my ex would sabotage me by planting lady repellent, so what's up with these things? Do women really like them?—T.R., New York, New York
I spent lour years as treasurer of the Utah Young Republicans belbre I realized the religious right had taken over my party, so 1 left. Your October article on the playboy voter shows that many of your readers have not yet noticed. Readers who voted for President Bush apparently did not understand that
I'm so glad I got my husband a subscription to IM.AVBOV. Finally a writer, Mickey Kdwards ("Power Play," September), lays much of the blame for our overindulgent president at the feet of our lapdog Congress. Thanks to playboy for getting this message out there: Stop complaining about the
This letter isn't in response to a specific article in the past issue. It is about a continuing theme of playboy and of our daily lives in the USA: our involvement in Iraq and the current Iraqi civil war. The League of Nations formed Iraq out of several nations, city-states and tribes. Some of the borders reflected administrative provinces of the Ottoman Empire. Before World War I Iraq did not exist as we know it today. It is a country only in as much as foreigners (to the Iraqi people) have determined it should be. Why does the U.S. government feel compelled to protect Iraq's current status as a single country? The solution to the ongoing civil war, the solution that would likely be easiest to secure, is to return the borders to their more natural state. Dividing the country into several states, each representing more appropriately the cultural and racial makeup in each region, may be the only way to resolve the conflicts. If left alone to solve their governance issues, the Iraqi people may prefer this solution. It worked in the Balkans. The stability of the nation of Yugoslavia once depended on a strong dictator. Without that dictator the country went
frisco. texas—Sydney McGee, an art teacher with 28 years of experience, was let go this fall in response to a complaint stemming from a school-approved field trip last April, during which she took her fifth-grade classes to the Dallas Museum of Art. One pupil told a parent about nudity in some of the artworks on display, and the parent complained to the school. In the wake of the complaint McGee was first reprimanded and then fired. Sound far-fetched? McGee has a memo from principal Nancy Law-son, who wrote, "During a study trip that you planned for fifth-graders, students were exposed to nude statues and other nude art representations." The Texas State Teachers Association, which has come to McGee's defense, says the incident is "the first nudity-in-a-museum case we have seen."
rio mondego. Portugal—Seeking to bring fishing in line with Olympic standards ahead of a bid to get the sport into the Games, organizers of the 2006 World Angling Championships subjected competitors to drug testing for the first time. The move surprised some fishermen. As the U.K.'s Sean Ashby reports, "At first I thought it was a windup. There are one or two jokers in the pack, and I was convinced someone was having a laugh. My first thought was, What drug could possibly help anyone catch more fish?" But experts contend stimulants such as cocaine and amphetamines could quicken reflexes and enable fishermen to set the hook more quickly when they detect a strike.
columbus. OHio-Members of the Ohio state senate and house voiced no opposition to a significant change in the rules governing the registry of sex offenders. Approved by a legislative panel at the behest of the state attorney general's office, the change allows citizens to be publicly identified as sex offenders—adding their name, address and photo to an Internet database and subjecting them to registration, tracking and community notification—even if they have never been charged with a crime. Instead, a county prosecutor, the state attorney general or even an alleged victim can petition a judge to add a name to the list. People registered in this fashion, i.e. without being charged with a crime or given a trial or hearing, can apply for deregistration after six years. The rule change, it turns out, was suggested
Caracas. vENEZUEu-By putting $7 billion behind his populist rhetoric, President Hugo Chavez has initiated the biggest antipoverty program ever undertaken in a developing nation. But his largesse is not limited to the slums of Caracas.
Shelby.Mississippi- The Kentucky National Guard is investigating whether to punish female members of the 410th Quartermaster unit who are believed to have posed for nude photographs. The photos surfaced 10 days before the unit's August departure from Camp Shelby for Iraq. The Uniform Code of Military Justice, the basis for any action against the women, prohibits conduct discrediting the service.
^^" ven before her mysterious death in 1962 created a cottage industry in martyrdom, Marilyn Monroe, the quintessence of the blonde American sex ^^ goddess, had already begun turning her distinction into a less than unalloyed triumph. With feminism on the horizon as Marilyn's star soared, she became the poster girl for female victimhood—a victim of the ^^ men who used and abused her; of Hollywood, which exploited her and then tossed her aside when she asserted her independence; of the disjunction between the dumb-sexy image she was forced to purvey for her fans and the sensitive soul within. Where Marilyn led, others followed. Ever since Marilyn, sex bombshells have generally had to languish in the same tragic backwash of broken relationships, drugs and alcohol, enforced bimboism and self-abasement, as if one needed to be punished for being alluring. But there has been one glaring exception to this pattern of sexual retribution, one woman who seems to embrace her sexuality and image without also seeming cursed by them, one woman who marches boldly where others slunk. Pamela Anderson is Marilyn without the tragedy, Jayne Mansfield without the accident, Madonna without the whirring gears and reinventions, Paris Hilton without the publicity machine and Britney Spears without Kevin Federline. She is a sex symbol without apologies or complications or affectations, which means there is no one else quite like her. One could make the claim that if Marilyn Monroe was the tremulous sex goddess of the anxiety-ridden late 20th century, Pamela's transparency makes her the reigning sex goddess of the less inhibited 21st, the blonde of our times, though even in the past century she ranked eighth in this magazine's poll of the top 100 sex stars and E! called her the ultimate blonde. From September 1995 to September 2005 Pam was the subject of more searches on Lycos.com than any other person. She has launched a line of women's apparel, co-authored two
<p>Anyone who has traveled north of the border into Canada knows this chilly outback possesses a certain undeniable magic. We think of it as a mysterious muse that produces great composers (Neil Young. Leonard Cohen, Joni Mitchell), fine liquor (Crown Royal), crisp-tasting beer (Molson) and a unique feminine charm and beauty. Mix all those ingredients together, add a blazing fire (ideally in a fireplace) and you've got everything any man could ever ask for.</p>
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When she first heard she would be named Playmate of the Year for 2006, Kara Monaco couldn't believe the news. "I honestly think I was in a little bit of shock and denial. It didn't feel real until my luncheon was approaching. Then I was like, This is really happening." Kara says her primary responsibility as Playmate of the Year is to be an ambassador and spokesperson for Playboy. After being bestowed with the honor in May at the Mansion luncheon, which
I n Key West they sell ass-shaped postcards of" bethonged rear ends that read "Fighting my way to the bottom!" for you to send your Uncle Barry. Well, they had Uncle Barrys in the Middle Ages, too, but the printing technology sucked. The bawdy expressions of the time were cast as metal brooches. Fettered Cock Pewters makes faithful reproductions of these ancient nudge-nudge jokes, as seen below ($5 each, fetteredcock pewters.com). Our favorite: Pilgrim Pussy (lower right). Pick one up for you know who.
Perfect for apartment-bound sommeliers, Sub-Zero's freestanding wine "cellar" ($2,800, 800-222-7820) stores 46 bottles and has two temperature-controlled compartments, one for reds, best stored at ~>5 degrees, the other for whites, best stored at 45. Bui what to stock it with, you ask? For serious special occasions. Mark Mendoza, wine director at award-winning Sona in L.A., recommends the 2001 Chateau de Beaucastel Chateuuneuf-du-Pape and the 2002 Domaine Ra-monet Bienvenues-Batard-Montrachet. Drink up.
The second-best reason for a night hike is stargazing. But while few things compare to the majesty of the night sky, few things are more thoroughly confusing. If you're like us. alter the Big Dipper and Orion it all gets a little fuzzy. Unless you're toting a SkyScout ($400, celestron.com). a one-pound hunk of astral magic. Look through its view-finder, target any heavenly body (the lady at left doesn't count) and. using GPS and three-axis sensor technology, the SkyScout will tell you what you're looking at.
A wise man once said, "If there's dirt on the floor, she's out tIndoor," which is why every man needs a good vacuum cleaner. Dyson's sweepers suck really hard (if you'll pardon the expression) and have a masculine, tech-forward design. Now the company has released its first handheld, the Dyson Root C> (SI50, dyson .com). It may look like a Buck Rogers ray gun, but it's meant to clean your car lather than blow it to bits. Like its upright brethren, the Root (i uses Dyson's Cyclone technology to keep it from losing suction even as it starts to fill. A bagless design with one-touch emptying means you never get your hands messy, and the lithium ion battery recharges remarkably fast.
The first Segway scooters had an ask-me-about-the-stick-up-my-butt styling that begged passersby to knock you down and steal your lunch money. Well, look who's been hitting the gym. The Segway x2 (from $5,000, segway.com) is beefier and _ sportier and features a
HD camcorders hit consumer-level prices a couple of years back. Now they've hit consumer-level size. Canon's HV10 ($1,300, canon.com) weighs less than a pound, shoots at resolutions of up to l()80p, takes three-megapixel stills and has a l()x optical zoom. Bonus: If you're weary of modern-day whizbang, you can also record in good
The 1956 movie Forbidden Planet marked the debut ol one of film's most memorable characters, Robby the Robot. He was at the time among the most expensive props ever made; at seven-foot-two, Robby was large enough for an actor to get inside and had '2,600 feet of electrical wiring. The charming metal man was ripped off for roles in Lost in Space, and detailed replicas (from $17,000, the-robotman.com) are now available to play the part of your quirky yet lovable robot roommate. We smell a sitcom.
Multiplayer gaming has changed over the past few decades to encompass World of Warn aft and online co-op, but we're still fans of taking turns in front of a machine bigger than your entire body. DreamAuthentics makes full-size game cabinets (from $3,000, dreamauthenlics.com) just like the ones you played R<unl)<ige on back in the day, only their guts are packed with a PC capable of emulating thousands of classic games. Arcade-quality joysticks, buttons and trackballs complete the experience, and you can hook up a modern game console if you suddenly get a Splinter Cell craving during your Ms. Par-Man binge.