Byline: Aileen Mehle
Cries and Whispers From Hollywoodland: “I know I have a big bust,” says Patricia Arquette, “but I don’t feel that I’m better than anyone who’s had implants.” What a darling girl — and modest too! Even though she shows her all in “Lost Highway,” she doesn’t consider herself a femme fatale. She’s just so happy to leave that up to others…On the other hand, sexy Salma Hayek, the Mexican-American spitfire of “Fools Rush In,” has a fiery answer when anyone is foolish enough to inquire when she’ll have a beau in real life: “When I find a guy with bigger blankblankblankblankblanks than mine,” is the anatomically incorrect reply. Buena suerte…Will Emma Thompson startle you when her newie, “The Winter Guest,” hits the screen? Do crew cuts on women startle you?…Pierce Brosnan’s flying to Dublin, Hamburg and Rome for premieres there of his latest, “Dante’s Peak,” after which he’ll take off for Vietnam to begin filming his biggest assignment, the new James Bond action-thriller “Avatar.” I don’t have to tell you that an avatar is either the incarnation of a god or a concrete manifestation of an abstract concept. For Secret Agent Pierce’s sake, let’s hope it’s the former. It’s no easy matter dealing with the concrete manifestation of an abstract concept, even if you go to the gym every day…And speaking of secret agents, Demi Moore is a producer of New Line’s new action-comedy, “Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery,” the sexiest spy since Mata Hari. Austin Powers? Oh, well. The movie’s set in London in the swinging Sixties with glamorous Elizabeth Hurley in a starring role. She will not wear her glasses, the ones that did her no good at Elizabeth Taylor’s birthday party, nor will she wear a bare-midriff frock, like the one that also did her no good at ET’s big blast.
Since Dolly Goulandris and her late husband, Nico, of the famous Greek family put their priceless collection of Bronze Age artifacts on exhibition at the Museum of Cycladic Art they created in Athens, it has been a four-star stop for visitors to Greece. No wonder. The museum is the perfect setting for the treasures from the Cyclades the Goulandrises amassed through the years, some dating from the third millennium B.C. Dolly, passing through New York on her way to Nassau and her house in Lyford Cay, was the guest of honor at financier Aleco Papamarkou’s cocktail party at the Carlyle, where news of a dinner-dance cruise aboard the good ship Princess was the talk of the party. The cruise down the Hudson will benefit the Cycladic Art Foundation, and 200 people, a full complement, will dine on superchef Daniel Boulud’s delicacies and dance off both their shoes. Co-chairing the shipboard extravaganza are Shelby White, Aleco, the popular Doda Voridis of Athens and New York, Estelle Sotirhos, whose husband was our ambassador to Greece and Dolly Goulandris’s niece, Chryssie Goulandris O’Reilly, the lissome wife of Tony O’Reilly, the biggest man at Heinz. At the Carlyle, the crowd included such golden Greeks as Maria Goulandris, Katie Zoullas, Princess Marina of Greece and her striking daughter, Princess Olga. Also, the noted architect I.M. Pei and his doll-like wife, Eileen, Dr. James Nicholas and his wife, Kiki, Drue Heinz, Shelby White and others too Cycladic-art-mad to mention.
Former New York Governor Hugh Carey, now with a Palm Beach law firm, is still making news. Hughie received the Humanitarian Award at this year’s American Ireland Fund Palm Beach gala at the Breakers Hotel, and he’s tickled pink. This is the fund founded by the abovementioned Dr. Anthony (Tony) O’Reilly, the chairman of Heinz, who was much in the news for having bought his lovely wife the big Jackie Onassis diamond at that famous auction. The O’Reillys weren’t in PB for Hugh’s big moment, but they’ve promised to be here for the Fund’s huge event at Tavern on the Green in May. The PB gala was chaired by Eileen Cornacchia of the thoroughbred racing Cornacchias. She and her husband, Joe, divide their time among residences in Palm Beach, Long Island (where their estate comes complete with helicopter pad) and Saratoga. It’s a dirty job, but somebody’s — well, you know the rest.
The Earl of Shrewsbury, England’s premier earl and the chairman of The British Emporium’s advisory board, flew to PB from London for a bit of ribbon-cutting. He and Celia Lipton Farris, the British-born PB philanthropist, opened the Emporium’s Palm Beach branch on Worth Avenue, the London department store’s only American installation. Afterward, Celia hosted a proper English tea at her villa that once belonged to the late Consuelo Vanderbilt, the American heiress who married the Duke of Marlborough because her mother insisted and then lived to regret it — until she gave dukie the old heave-ho. You all remember Celia Farris. She’s the one who sang in Hyde Park last year at the big D-Day anniversary while thousands lent an ear. She also gives a really awful lot of money to Palm Beach charities, which not all the PB’ers do, I don’t have to tell you.
Barbara Wainscott and David Berger, who bought Marylou Whitney’s house, “Elephant Walk,” on PB’s Jungle Road several years ago, are gearing up for the arrival of England’s Prince Edward on March 8. Barbara and David will give a small dinner-dance that night for Queen Elizabeth’s youngest son, with a group of out-of-town guests expected. Last year, Barbara and David gave an inty-inty lunch for Prince Philip, Edward’s daddy, who had just arrived on the Britannia with the Union Jack — and who knows what else — flapping in the wind.
Emilia and Pepe Fanjul of all that sugar and all that beautiful compound at Casa de Campo in the Dominican Republic asked a gang of their friends from Palm Beach, New York and even England to join them for a weekend of fun and sun at their beautiful quarters there. It didn’t hurt that everywhere you looked, there was a blonde in a bikini, namely Deborah Norville, Hilary Geary, Blaine Trump, Pauline Boardman and the Hon. Mrs. (Liz) Ward of the British Isles. But more of this next week when the brunettes there will be given equal time. There were no redheads. Even in the DR, you can’t have everything.
The big Cartier exhibit and gala at the Metropolitan Museum will take place on March 31, not March 21, as was reported here.