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Pop quiz: What has a $500 price tag, its own velvet-lined suitcase and more melons than the fruit aisle at Whole Foods? Playboy: The Complete Centerfolds, the new 720-page, 32-pound limited edition due out from Chronicle Books on Thanksgiving Day.
Hugh Hefner has been fulfilling male fantasies with a heavy dose of fromage since 1953, and he’s probably bedded the lion’s share of the 600-plus pinups inside—and paid for plenty of implants along the way.
We’ve been on the lookout for summer shoes since February, and with 125 days left until Labor Day, those white low-tops are looking better and better.
This beat-up sneaker from 3:33 caught our eye a while ago—although it looks like the Refinery29 folks prefer the plaid model. The plain white version sports just the right amount of wear, while keeping them bright enough to set off the cross-stitching on the front. It gives the shoe a vaguely medieval vibe, and it’s one of the better uses of pattern in a shoe we’ve seen all year.
There are some pretty great life stories out there, but Hugh Hefner has to be one of the better ones. So we’re understandably excited to hear that someone’s finally thinking about the movie version.
In an interview with Comingsoon.net, Hef gives some details on the project including attached director (Brett Ratner) and hopeful star (Robert Downey Jr.). Although Hef claims Iron Man has nothing to do with it, it’s hard to ignore Downey’s recent take on Tony Starks as a techier version of the Playboy magnate. As for Ratner, we assume he’ll go easy on the car chases.
Hugh Hefner must have had a good chuckle over our post on the porta-nymphs at the Hugo Boss / Interview party the other day. “Ha,” we can practically hear him snort, “fucking amateurs.” They should have known better than to try and bite his style.
At the Playboy founder’s own pre-ESPY Awards party with Blu-Ray the other night in Beverly Hills, he not only had the nymphs—he had them make out.
