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...satin suit was cut up to here and down to there, her white cottontail jiggled provocatively, and her accomplishments included the "bunny dip," which enabled her to serve drinks without bending too far over. Thus the Playboy bunny, for 26 years the just-out-of-reach embodiment of the Playboy philosophy in Hugh Hefner's Key Clubs. But alas, what was once risque is now passe, not to mention money losing. This week Hefner is closing the three remaining (out of a high of 17) Playboy-owned clubs, in New York City, Chicago and Los Angeles. Reunions in the latter...
Nowadays the bride almost always wears white, no matter how many times she has been down the aisle. Anne Barge of Atlanta, who went into upscale bridal consultancy after designing a gown for former Georgia Governor George Busbee's daughter Beth, notes that satin and silk-satin blends are the most popular fabrics at the moment. "Organza is out, out, out," she says. "But tulle touches are coming back." Priscilla Kidder believes, "The girls went into ivory tones when the dresses their mothers had put away turned ivory from age. But wedding gowns themselves haven't changed. The most popular...
...cerebral approach to design. His Tokyo show was a presentation in his elegant shop, where the floor is covered in smooth white pebbles and a fountain bubbles up quietly as if from some deep Zen wellspring. Mannequins were hung with virtuoso variations of dresses and skirts cut from polyester satin and jersey, colored pale red, musky gold and worn white, in a pattern transferred directly from photos of rusted iron. "I'm neither anti-Western nor pro-Eastern," Mori explains. "I'm interested in making clothes that bring out the originality of the individual." His dresses are unemphatic tokens...
Curry was the mad scientist of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, resplendent in black satin and bad manners. Here he is a figure of more majestic maleficence. Sprawling in the lubricious gloom of his lair, he looks like a huge Naugahyde goat demon who has been flayed and candied, then served sweet- and-sour at a Chinese restaurant in Middle-Earth. "I require the solace of shadows," he purrs to the benighted Lili. "Neath the skin, we are already one." And he leads her into a dance that black magically turns this virgin into Salome, fit for a satyr king...
...thin and leggy, but she walks with a knock-kneed self-conscious slouch. When she tries to be sexy, the worst of Valley Girl fashion comes out of the closet. Too much hairspray, too many jiggly bangles, plastic colorful earrings, a flairy mini-skirt and a push-up satin halter are the usual attire. All the sleazy guys at Frank's Hamburger Joint--which Connie and her friend prowl by night--think Connie is sexy, but even remembering what it was like to be 15, it's hard to understand why she'd want to hang out with those guys...