Byline: Aileen Mehle
At the end of the jour, Catherine Deneuve will not appear in one of the starring roles in “Joined at the Hip,” the new Peter Bogdanovich movie based on a Feydeau farce set to film in Paris in the spring. The character Deneuve was supposed to play was that of a young woman in her 20s, and much as they wanted her, much as the age of the character was pushed up without sacrificing realism, much as the part was rewritten, the bottom line is the part was still considered too much of an age stretch for the beautiful actress. And Peter is still continuing to cast about for the right actress. Time and tide wait for no man — and certainly not for women, particularly women actresses. Waifish Mia Farrow, who has certainly had enough practice off-screen, has now slipped into mother roles on-screen, and we all know about Sally Field who birthed Forrest Gump.
Lori Petty wore baggy pants to the premiere party for “The Professional” at Ciccio and Tony’s the other night and looked just about as good in them as everybody else does. Not good. At least she wasn’t in her “Tank Girl” gear. This is what she sports in her new flick: Tube socks as elbow pads; shredded ripped jeans; combat boots with huge holes in them and Prozac beads. Supposedly what the well-dressed survivor of the coming world holocaust will be wearing in the year 2030. And what you see on a lot of streets right now.
Now that Sonny Bono has been elected to Congress, they’re saying in Palm Springs, where he lives, that his story “The Beat Goes On” may go before the cameras. It’s owned by 20th Century Fox, and there’s talk of turning it into a miniseries or a major movie. So who’ll play Cher? Catherine Deneuve? The way players are being grossly miscast in TV today — as witness Joanne Whalley-Kilmer as Scarlett in the “Gone With The Wind” sequel miniseries — Deneuve would be just perfect for the part.
Richard Gere must have got sick of the miserable British climate where he’s filming his new medieval epic, “First Night.” Word is he’s sent an emissary — is that like a gofer? — to the South Seas to find an island for a holiday retreat. Does Cindy know about this? (Does Richard know about this?)
Along those lines, covergirl Laura Bailey, with whom Richard’s been linked — and with whom he nipped off for a naughty weekend when he could get away from the “First Night” set, insists the only thing the two of them have in common is the Buddhist faith. Just good Buddhies. Oh, hahahahaha.
You read here that Bina and Steve Forbes and Astrid and Kip Forbes of the publishing dynasty were giving a joint birthday party for their respective darling daughters, Catherine (18) and Charlotte (19) in Washington last weekend aboard the Forbes yacht, The Highlander. So you will be thrilled to hear that the evening was a big success what with dining and dancing and cruising along the Potomac whilst the moon reflected on the water, and the guests reflected on the Republican sweep of just about everything sweepable.
Catherine and Charlotte selected the zodiac as the party’s theme, so there were loads of celestial signs amidst the fabulous decor and a psychic holding court in the observatory cabin while a long line waited to hear their future — especially Democrats.
Among the stunning young things present were His Royal Highness Prince Pavlos of Greece, Sabina Forbes, Marie Chantal Miller, Carolina Atalla, Francois de Breteuil and Luis Figueroa. Among the stunning older types were the French Ambassador Jacques Andreani and his delicious wife Donatella, Treasury Secretary Lloyd Bentsen and his wife B.A., Deeda and William McCormick Blair, Lucy and Christopher Buckley, Buffy and Bill Cafritz, Lydia and Robert Forbes, Lucky Roosevelt, the British Ambassador Sir Robin Renwick and Lady Renwick, Robert Higdon and the Librarian of Congress James Billington. It was such a hot time in the old town that the next day Kip Forbes left for Malaysia to cool off.
In the old town, they’re also talking about Nina Straight and Carter Brown and asking how long has this been going on? Well, Carter, the scion of an old New England family and the former director of Washington’s National Gallery, and Nina, the daughter of the late Hugh D. Auchincloss and his second wife, Nina Gore (Hugh D.’s last wife was Jackie Kennedy Onassis’ mother, Janet) are not telling how they spent their summer, but ever since Newport they have been seen everywhere together in Washington. They are lifelong friends, of course, but those who know them like to think their current encounters are of a closer kind.
Eighteen new Literary Lions representing seven countries roared their way around The New York Public Library the other night, the 14th time this annual Literary Lions fund-raiser for the Library has taken place, and many dubbed the celebration one of the best of them all. Veronica and Randolph Hearst were the co-chairmen of the very black-tie benefit, and it was Veronica, who, in a charming speech, introduced the Library’s new main man, Paul LeClerc, whose own facile, delightful speech was everything one hopes for, including brevity, and seldom gets at these benefit evenings where, more often than not, the sound of the speaker’s voice fascinates him interminably while others squirm in their seats and consider mayhem.
One of the highlights of the evening was the dramatic reading by John McMartin and Elaine Stritch in the Trustees Room. Funny. Very, very funny.
Each Literary Lion, wearing a lion’s head medallion on a gold ribbon round his and her neck, was the guest of honor at a patron’s table, and everywhere you looked you saw Anne Cox Chambers, the French Ambassador and Mme. Jacques Andreani, Mrs. Henry J. Heinz II, Lord and Lady Quinton, Louise and Henry Grunwald, Duane and Mark Hampton, Eileen and I. M. Pei, Bill Blass, John Richardson, Allison and Leonard Stern, Liz and Andrew Tilberis, Annette de la Renta, Chessy Patcevitch, Tom Wolfe, Paige Rense and Ken Noland, Rosamond Bernier and John Russell (he was Lionized), Francesca Stanfill, George Plimpton, Eliza Reed, Thomas Keneally (he was the guest of honor at the Hearst table), Brendan Gill, Vartan Gregorian, Mario d’Urso, Luigi d’Urso and his wife, the French designer Ines de la Fressange; Helen Gurley Brown and David Brown, Susan and Carter Burden and, last, but not least, that lovely Literary Lion by way of India, London and New York, Gita Mehta.
Breaking News From The Municipal Arts Society: Brendan Gill, who has spent many of his 80 years studying, saving and critiquing New York City landmarks — 58 of those years were spent at The New Yorker — is set to become something of an institution himself on Nov. 30 when The Municipal Arts Society presents him with the first annual Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Award, a handsome bronze medal designed in 1892 by sculptor Daniel Chester French. As a team, Jackie and Brendan were incomparable advocates of landmark preservation, perhaps the star of their efforts being Grand Central Terminal.
The MAS celebration will take place at the Seventh Regiment Armory on Park Avenue where the guests will dine among the striking and intimate rooms designed by Tiffany, among others, and recently landmarked. Fittingly, Brendan, a former Yalie, will be serenaded by the Whiffenpoofs, paying homage to this Renaissance man. Also paying homage will be the honorary chairman of the evening, Brooke Astor, co-chairmen Tina Brown, Duane Hampton and Arie Kopelman and such guests as Veronica and Randolph Hearst, D. Claeys Bahrenburg, Lily Auchincloss, Philip Johnson, Janet and Arthur Ross, Anne Cox Chambers, Eileen and I.M. Pei, Casey Ribicoff, Marian and Andrew Heiskell, Nin Ryan, Ann and Herb Siegel, Liz and Damon Mezzacappa, Jane Trapnell and Peter Marino, etc. etc. etc. But the big news is this: Jackie Kennedy’s children, Caroline Kennedy Schlossberg and John F. Kennedy Jr. will together present the award to Brendan Gill. And coming to the celebration with them will be Maurice Tempelsman, the man in Jackie’s life who understood and loved her best.