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...photograph on the coffee table captures a perfect moment of joy. It is a Halloween night in the mid-'80s, and Ryan Adams, 11, is in full Kiss make-up, thrusting out his chin and sticking out his tongue like a tiny Gene Simmons. It's an image worth lingering over because in the here and now--early fall in his East Village apartment in New York City--Adams is doing a fair impression of an 11-year-old brat. We are supposed to be talking about his new album, Rock N Roll, but Adams has decided to chain-smoke...
...small shop selling artifacts from around the region, and a restaurant set in a Balinese-style open-air veranda. It serves traditional Malaysian cuisine and modern Australian dishes that combine to produce what may be the island's best dining spot. And for after dinner, there's the Chin Chin bar, set in a restored 60-year-old Chinese shophouse. "We wanted to call it the Opium Lounge," jokes McMurtrie, "but we didn't think we'd get the name approved." The place is intoxicating enough to make anyone forget their troubles for a little while
...terms of cultural tragedies, the passing of the boa ranks with the loss of “Charles in Charge.” Aside from protecting the tender underside of one’s chin from the dangers of windburn, a boa can provide a splash of color to liven up even the most drab of fishnets and black bitch-boots...
...hero of You Look Nice Today is Robert Harbert, "Harb" to his pals. Harb is executive vice president of corporate process and procedure at the Global Fiduciary Trust Co., and he's a relatively generic specimen of the common suit: 44, nice guy, weak chin, happily married. Harb's troubles begin when he hires an attractive assistant named CaroleAnne. Over the next few years, it emerges that CaroleAnne, while quite good at her job, is in fact a nutcase. Even though Harb heaps raises and promotions on her, she becomes increasingly paranoid and hostile, and finally she quits and sues...
...raspy drawl with frequent pauses for breath, Flynt is a large and imposing 60-year-old man. His sizable head—spared the ravages of balding, either by fortune or artifice—rotates around a slightly left-leaning axis and is cushioned by a wrap-around double chin, while his massive torso seems like it should consume far more space than is available in his felt-lined wheelchair. His clothing and accessories reflect the range of roles he seeks to span—while his dark suit jacket would easily pass on Capitol Hill, his shiny purple...