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...latest adventure of Matt Helm (Dean Martin), a U.S. super-snooper who doesn't seem to know the difference between spying and peeping. Matt lives high in a penthouse equipped with a swimming pool built for two, a pushbutton bed that rises to any occasion, and a harem of twelve haymates (among them a cutie named Lovey Kravezit...
...presidential mansions.) Last year Morocco's King Hassan dissolved Parliament and has been running the country singlehanded ever since. Critics mutter about his highhandedness as well as his high living, which includes ten palaces, plus fleets of airplanes and automobiles-including several curtained buses for ladies of the harem. But even his critics agree that he is worshiped by his people and that he works harder than any politician. Almost anywhere today, do-nothing kings have very little job security...
From Armor to Albatross. Pants suits still meet resistance from males who feel that a masculine prerogative has been suborned. Not that pants cannot be sexy; they are, after all, the costume of the harem. Nor are precedents lacking: one of Joan of Arc's first requests to the Dauphin was permission to don man's armor. Sweden's Queen Christina gloried in pants, as did Novelist George Sand. Brigitte Bardot has been stuffing herself into blue jeans for a decade; and today slacks are the starlet's uniform...
Backless, Frontless. For some, it was tricky going. Emilio Pucci's sheer white halter top and harem pants arrived at Linda Hackett's Park Avenue apart ment with a written warning that she would have to do something about keeping her bosom in. "Band-Aids don't work," she later declared. But Linda, who designs clothes herself, engineered it all with a mysterious combination of "spirit gum and something else...
...visited sunny Morocco and, like Delacroix 80 years before him, fell in love with its Moorish seraglios and sultry colors. He let his brush line course over his canvas like an enchanted cobra. His arabesques were forever caressing a woman's contours as he painted the harem dream, the half-naked houri sprawled in diaphanous pantaloons, the odalisque sinking into an interlace of poufs, screens and rugs. To charges that he was painting erotic nudes, Matisse replied: "It is not a woman; it is a picture...