Love, or at least friendship, must have something to do with it. Not even Tina Turner's worst etiquette (she's pretending to flash her guests) could deter New York restaurant owner Jerry Brandt, rocker John Waite and the new Miss America, Suzette Charles, from gathering around the 45-year-old at Brandt's downtown eatery to promote Turner's album Private Dancer. The LP has produced the rock veteran's first No. 1 single (What's Love Got to Do With It), and another number (You Better Be Good to Me) has just premiered on MTV. The next night Turner played to a celebrity-packed nightspot in the chic Hamptons. Among the patrons: Sean Lennon, 8, staying up way past his bedtime.
Sting's steam scene
"Thank God I was taught by the Catholic regime," Gordon Sumner was once heard to exclaim. "I'd hate to get the result of a liberal and free educational system. I'm sure I'd be a milksop." It's uncertain what the good Jesuits who grilled Sting on the rosary would think of the getup he wears as the evil Feyd-Rautha in the upcoming space epic Dune, but the word milksop would probably not come to mind. The scene takes place inside the shower room of the huge Harkonnen battleship, where Feyd's awful uncle plots the takeover of the desert planet of Arrakis. If the shot makes it into the final cut of the film, Sting can bet every step he takes, every move he makes, they'll be ogling him.
And now the latest in the line of Dynasty products: tennis ball jawbreakers. Not really. John Forsythe was merely registering the agony of doubles defeat (his partner was Love Boat's Bernie Kopell) to the Charlton Heston-Robert Duvall team at the Members-Only Monte Carlo World Tennis Championship. The four—plus 36 others with more experience acting on sets than playing them—were flown into Monaco by Mumm's champagne to participate in a benefit for the Princess Grace Foundation for under-privileged children. Charlton, isn't there a Commandment somewhere against gloating?
No, this is not the Valley Guy look to complement daughter Moon Unit's Valley Girl. Nor, appearances to the contrary, is Frank Zappa posing for the latest in Nike's series of celebrity athletic billboards. But the granddaddy of invention has proved to be something of a long-distance runner nonetheless. The party, in New York City's trendy Kamikaze, was in celebration of his 20th year as one of our strangest and most imaginative rockers, as well as his return to concertizing after a two-and-a-half-year hiatus. And the Bermuda shorts? Shrugs Zappa, "They're my work clothes."