updated 06/04/1984 AT 01:00 AM EDT
•originally published 06/04/1984 AT 01:00 AM EDT
No last-minute all-nighters for Princeton freshperson Brooke Shields. In the middle of reading period before her exams, Brooke already had finished her final paper this year, a 10-pager for her introductory philosophy class, titled The Theory of Causality: Hume, Kant and Descartes. Brooke's dad, Frank, who towers well over six feet and looks down even on 5'11" Brooke, kidded her about her studies during a recent night on the town. "I've never heard of that word causality," he said. "I think you made it up." Asked what she thought about all those abstract thinkers, Brooke answered with a laugh, "My problem with philosophy is that each philosopher sounds right to me...even though they all contradict each other."
In a downtown Manhattan cafeteria that each night turns into a sweaty dance club called Heartbreak, there are few frills to attract stars: no VIP rooms, no light shows, few places to sit. There is, however, a list of celeb regulars as long as your autograph book. For some reason, stars without dates feel comfortable at Heartbreak. During the past month, Bette Midler and Cher arrived on different nights without romantic escorts. Jeremy Irons, sans wife, danced there with friends. Mick Jagger arrived midweek at midnight—but no Jerry Hall. Amy Irving came without Steven Spielberg. Jack Nicholson—wearing sunglasses—stood alone in the dark and watched the dancers. Amanda Plummer arrives solo regularly and dances by herself when the urge hits. Another regular, Eddie Murphy, often arrives with the same companion—a hulking bodyguard in a T-shirt printed with "This is the real Eddie Murphy," but no gal in sight. Another heartbreaker.
The Young and the Restless
Remember when kids used to play with Tonka trucks and Barbie dolls while watching Saturday morning cartoons? Well, the little dears play by different rules these days if the preteen rich-and-famous are any indication. A couple of weekends ago, two of Diana Ross' three daughters, all between 8 and 12, went out for a drive in a black, chauffeured Rolls-Royce. They stopped by a trendy boutique on Manhattan's Upper East Side to pick up two gifts: one pink and one clear rhinestone bracelet, priced at $25 apiece, which they paid for in cash. Then who could forget Drew Barrymore's recent whirlwind tour of the Big Apple? Drew, 9, hung out with the acting crowd at the chic Cafe Central and danced one night till 2 a.m. at the Limelight nightclub. Sadly, Drew came down with a mean case of chicken pox by the end of her stay. The high life will do it to you everytime.
Rose Colored Glasses
Marlene Vermeulen, 25, a tall, blond model from Holland, followed her current dreamboat, Prince Albert of Monaco, to Paris where they watched Monaco's soccer team play against the French team. (Alas, Monaco lost.) Though Marlene's travels with her prince suggest a certain intimacy, she doesn't hear wedding bells yet. "We don't have any plans," she told Paris Match. "All I can say is that the Prince gave me roses. For me, that's worth more than any old ring."
Heart of Hearing
Though they finished filming Francis Coppola's extravaganza The Cotton Club, the film's supersexy star, Diane Lane, returned to the studio for a bit more work the other day. "I still have to record one song," said Diane, then screwed up her eyes and pointed her index finger down her throat as if to gag herself. Diane, 19, explained that she wasn't allowed to do her own singing for her starring role in this month's Streets of Fire. In fact they dubbed in another voice for the segment of the film now appearing on MTV. "Everyone will listen to me in Cotton Club and know why they didn't let me sing in Streets of Fire," Diane added. And why will Coppola let her sing if her voice is so bad? Diane laughed and replied, "Francis has got a big heart."