Photographer Willy Camden knows a thing or two about timeless beauty; he has shot such women as Halle Berry, Eva Longoria Parker, Petra Nemcova and Brooke Burke. For our 55th anniversary issue he and muse Carmen Electra found inspiration in the most transcendent images of female beauty from the past five decades, for the epic pictorial Icon. "Some of the images were originally from playboy, some were from famous ads, magazine campaigns and TV shows," Camden says. "Photographing Carmen is an easy thing to do. One doesn't need to explain things twice to her, and she is always great fun. This was one of my favorite shoots. We all had a great time working on this pictorial. There were lots of laughs, and that shows through in the photographs."
Each October, while browsing the Girls of... pictorial, I wonder which of the courageous women—it takes courage to pose nude, given how some people on campus must react—is about to have her world dramatically change. This year I imagine Girls of the Big 10
Presumably the postage-stamp-size nude you share in October from an unpublished pictorial of Julie Newmar ("To Julie New-mar, Thanks for Everything," After Hours) is a test to see which readers are paying attention. Well, I am, and I bet my pajama bottoms a million others are too. Don't be selfish, Hef. Let's see all the shots you have of the original Catwoman. Don't make me beg, though I'm willine to.
As a parent of a seven-year-old boy who has been taking Adderall XR for two years, I am well aware of the potential use and abuse of the drug (The Adderall Effect, October). Allowing our pediatrician to prescribe my son a single 30-milligram
In a Grapnnne item called "Constanti-nipples" (October), you note that Kate Moss wore a see-through top while visiting Turkey, "a land that is 99.8 percent Muslim.... Oops." Constantinople, now Istanbul, is an open-minded city in which Muslims, Jews, Christians and agnostics have lived in peace for more than five centuries—a model for the world. 1 read my first issue of ri-WHov in Turkey when I was 14, and it's still popular there, so be careful about alienating your many devoted readers. We love Kate's nipples, just like everyone else.
The quality of the "rock" music and the talent of the bands being promoted these days is embarrassing. Pete Wentz (Playboy Interview, October) comparing his immensely forgettable band, Fall Out Boy, to Led Zeppelin, not to mention your interviewer putting him in league with Mick Jagger, is a joke. Sarah Malcom Asheville, North Carolina
Thank you for further ensuring my job security by publishing Shoot-Out in Vegas (October). I worked as a dealer for eight years in a large casino before becoming a surveillance observer. My job is to make sure every game is conducted honestly, chiefly by keeping an eye on the dealers but also by identifying players who win with acquired skills rather than luck. Stcphan Talty does a decent job of explaining the game, but he's wrong to imply that just about anyone can become a great player by using dice-throwing techniques. The reality is that there are maybe 50 people in the country who can do it well enough to achieve any
Maybe you should feel self-conscious in front of your M.D. According to a survey of doctors starting a resi- ■ dency in internal medi- I cine, 17% had—along 1 with their colleagues— ' made fun of a patient, sometimes when the patient was under anaesthesia.
In Sin City (pictured), Jaime King ignites the screen, playing twin sisters. King gets graphic again when she reunites with writer and director Frank Miller for The Spirit; she plays Lorelei Rox, a modern-day siren with a killer voice.
relaunch of the lauded franchise, th new Prince takes a graceful wall-runnin leap into a spectacular new direction with a cleaner, more fluid control scheme and a gorgeous painterly art style. The dazzling acrobatics are still here, along with a beautiful sidekick and her mysterious powers. VVV'/2 —Chris Hudak
hottie futuristic courier Faith, you'll acrobatically propel yourself across a shining sinister city using just your muscles, your wits and the guns of the agents you disarm. An innovative first-person control scheme delights but can leave you a bit woozy. Wonderful, but pack some Dramamine. VVVV2 —Scott Steinberg
to Ms. Croft and her short pants. Too bad her latest adventure is an exercise in deja vu. While the plot takes a much needed hatchet to Lara's goody-goody nature, the game's cliched settings make it feel like a vacation to a place we've been before. V¥'/2 —Scott Jones
THESE DAYS YOUR phone is a direct extension of your brain, so choose wisely—your consciousness depends on it. From left: Sony Ericsson's Xperia XI (AT&T or T-Mobile, $800, sonyericsson.com) is an elegantly curved qwerty slider that focuses on multimedia. The Storm (Verizon, price TBD, blackberry, com) is the first touch-screen BlackBerry, perfect for the person who has never been able to distinguish business from pleasure. The Gl (T-Mobile, $180 with contract, t-mobilegi.com) does almost everything the iPhone does, except it's open-source and Google-affiliated and has a full qwerty keypad. We like it very much. If you just want a phone, damn it, Sanyo's Katana Eclipse X (Sprint, $100 with contract, sanyo , .com) is no-nonsense but has enough bells and whistles to keep you from feeling like a caveman.
GRILLING IS ONE of our favorite forms of self-expression. Gas or charcoal? Direct or indirect heat? Marinade or rub? These choices define you as an outdoor cook, but those who want to truly leave a mark on their food don't stop there. For $135 and up, YM Custom Grates (ymigrate.com) will create a grill grate based on your own design. In our experience nothing says "You'll eat it my way and like it" more than searing a silhouette of your face into someone's steak. The company also offers an array of grates featuring officially licensed college-football logos, any of which will secure your status as King Tailgate.
TURNING 55 HAS its advantages: Those few extra years round off your corners and turn your imperfections into assets. While you can pick up playboy's 55th anniversary issue for just $6 at a newsstand, Macallan 55-Year-Old scotch (themacallan.com) is going for a cool 14 grand a bottle—only 420 bottles of the sherry-cask-aged spirit were made. We recommend thoroughly prioritizing your friends before uncorking.
My husband of 16 years is a reserved guy, so I always enjoy shocking his system in the bedroom. For example, I have had other women give him blow jobs, taken him to swinger clubs, etc. But I wasn't sure how I would handle another woman fucking him. One night at a party the situation got out of hand, and he ended up with a woman in another room. I stood outside the door, wondering if I had made a big mistake. I was okay until 1 heard her yelling and him slapping her ass. Now I'm a mess. I no longer let him go to strip clubs, 1 have a hard time watching porn with him, and I feel like crying whenever he does me from behind. I have gone to a therapist, only to be told it's my fault this happened. I probably deserve this because of a one-night stand 1 had eight years ago, which he knows about. I was only trying to be an adventurous wife. But now I'm like every other wife in America—jealous and insecure. I thought men see sex only as sex. My husband won't give me any answers. Can you?—L.C., Houston, Texas
In his otherwise fine essay "Truthiness" (October) Farhad Manjoo omits what I believe to be the prime factor in the assault on objective truth: calculated and strategic lying on the part of powerful vested interests. The big oil companies, for instance, along with their stooges on right-wing talk radio and in the Republican Party, are the principal dispensers
tampa. Florida Porn producer Paul Little, a.k.a. Max Hardcore, was fined and sentenced to 46 months in federal prison after being convicted on multiple counts of distributing obscene materials over the Internet and through the mail. Granted, his videos, which feature excretory fluids and depictions of humiliation, are not pretty. But the images are of consenting adults. As Little's lawyer told the judge in the case, "The person who was involved in the conduct sat in court with a smile on her face and wrote your honor a letter saying, 'Judge, this was a beautiful part of my life.'" Federal prosecutors never made the case that any real violence had been inflicted or that the actors had been coerced into participating in the films. The judge decreed, however, "This is clearly degrading, clearly humiliating and intended to be so." For an administration that touts the importance of battling terrorism, the use of federal prosecutors to hassle movie producers seems an extravagant waste of resources. Worse still, the Bush administration completely rewrote laws regarding real torture inflicted by its own officials, legalizing various forms of degradation, humiliation and physical assault on detainees. (Congress also granted retroactive immunity to officials who may have conducted these activities.) According to former Bush Justice Department attorney John C. Yoo, the president can order "scalding water, corrosive acid or caustic substance thrown on a prisoner" and "slitting an ear, nose or lip, or disabling a tongue or limb." But the depiction of less violent acts by an ordinary American citizen—acted out by other consenting adult American citizens—is grounds for imprisonment. That is a frightening double standard.
new york An essay by Elisabeth Eaves on forbes.com called "In Defense of Promiscuity" caught our attention—and admiration. She writes, "I've lived and traveled in societies ranging from the most sexually liberated to the least. Uniformly across the world, women are safer in the former. In the most sexually liberated countries (Australia, Holland) young women are treated to the least harassment and sexual aggression; in semi-sexually liberated places (Mexico, southern Italy) they get a moderate amount, and in the least sexually liberated countries (Pakistan, Yemen) they receive the most. Ask any woman who has traveled the world: It is in the most deeply conservative and religious societies that she
Washington. DC— Two whistle-blowers who previously worked as NSA linguists revealed that surveillance powers were indeed abused under the guise of the war on terror. The two were ordered to monitor "personal, private things"—including phone sex—"with Americans who are not in any way, shape or form associated with anything having anything to do with terrorism."
I am sitting in my window seat looking out over a golden October day in Washington in the waning and dying days of the Bush-Cheney administration. It is, in both senses of the term, a view of a fall. Even as the leaves begin to turn, the color of money has also dramatically altered from green to a rusty and spotted yellow. The president has barely shown his face, preferring to let his apparently more sturdy and competent financial advisors take the podium in his stead. Out in the rest of the country, the Republican Party looks like a busted flush, whether you measure things in terms of Sarah Palin's witless religiosity or John McCain's half-senile meander-ings or the guilty smirks on the faces of those who tucked bundles of money under their coats before forgetting to switch off the lights as they left their banks and brokerages—and the rest of us—under a hard rain. Can any administration ever have left office with less credit (you should forgive even the expression) or less honor or looked more as if it were ducking furtively to the exit? The latest blog to which I have been invited to contribute is one sponsored by Jane Mayer of The New Yorker (and author of that brilliant Abu Ghraib and Guanta-namo book The Dark Side) speculating about whether Bush's final act will be to pardon those of his subordinates who could otherwise be arraigned on charges of torture. Yes, it has come to this.
Dryan Singer's latest film, Valkyrie, stars Tom Cruise as would-be Hitler assassin Claus von Stauffenberg, a real-life point of light in the pitch-black Nazi era. "Von Stauffenberg was an extraordinary person," Singer says. "Anyone who puts his life in jeopardy for a greater ideal is certainly a hero." Singer's mother first exposed him to the history of Von Stauffenberg's conspiracy to knock off the Fiihrer after she learned about it on a trip to Bonn, Germany two decades ago. Aside from a chance to tell a compelling and-to American., audiences, at least-somewhat overloo story, making the movie also provided rarefied opportunity: The chance to have
Turner Guilford Knight Correctional Center, Dade County's main lockup, bakes in the hot sun of an asphalt desert near Miami International Airport. It's a cavernous, fortress-like jailhouse hosting 1,300 beds for male and female pretrial prisoners. I'm escorted by a lanky hack into the dirty bowels of the joint. Up one elevator, along drab corridors smelling faintly of disinfectant and despair, down another elevator, through a maze of hallways and past electronically operated gates into a video-monitored sally port. Finally we enter the Security Housing Unit—otherwise known as the Hole.
Q: What juicy stories from you and the other girls can we look forward to seeing on season four of The Real Housewives of Orange Counlf} A: You will see that all of our lives have changed a bit. There is a new housewife this season, and there
The luscious KYMBERLY JANE, a "professional nude model," tells us, "I do not want to be famous" and adds, "I do not like wearing clothes." Fine, Kym, we won't make you. Catch her in the horror flick Necrosis, coming soon to a theater or DVD near you.
Will MISCHA BARTON ever be anything more than the girl who played Marissa Cooper on The O.C? She's sure as hell trying with a passel of starring roles in might-be-okay movies. Don't kill yourself, girl—Hollywood success is overrated. There's a lot to be said for just hanging out.
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That's our attempt at a term to describe the gap between a busty woman's body and her swimsuit strap, demonstrated herebyAUDRlNA PATRIDGE. Jeez, a guy could fit his whole hand in there. A very ... lucky guy.
THE GIRLS NEXT DOOR—LOVE ON THE ROCKS? THE HOUSE BUNNY COME TO LIFE? ONLY TIME WILL TELL. HUNDREDS OF GIRLS HAVE MOVED INTO AND OUT OF THE MANSION, BUT NONE CAPTURED HEF'S AND YOUR ATTENTION LIKE HOLLY, BRIDGET AND KENDRA. WHILE WE WAIT TO SEE IF THE FLAMES WILL BE REKINDLED, WE LOOK AT A GND PICTORIAL TAKEN AT THEIR CLIMAX.
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