Frederick Fekkai, New York
Meryl Streep loves him. Barbra Streisand croons ”he touched me.” Jann Wenner and Sigourney Weaver trust him. Models Linda/Christy/Cindy/Elle like him to run his fingers through their hair. He’s young, he’s cute, he’s French, he’s Mister Kenneth for the ’90s. And he’s yours for $200 a clip, provided you book two months in advance. Cancel at your peril.
You can’t be a player without a scorecard. When power is in the details, here’s what counts
Awards speech: 1) ”There are so many people to thank, I can’t begin to name them all. So I won’t.” 2) ”Cool!” 3) ”This really goes to all the brave (cancer survivors, incest survivors, Nicaraguan mothers) I met; this is their story.” 4) ”This is for Malcolm” (as in X).
Biz lingo: ”Goes wide” (movie released nationwide); ”Go indie prod” (become an independent producer); ”Book or release” (use it or lose it, e.g., a client or property)
Catchphrase: ”You got it.”
Children’s names: Otto, Max, Sasha, Sam, Hannah, Henry
Drink: San Pellegrino (water); iced tea
Excuse: ”My girl forgot to fax me.”
Fashion accessory: Baseball cap, bottle of designer water
Food: designer sausage (fish, duck), tuna carpaccio
Gift from a record company: Your own custom label
Illness: Epstein-Barr; Lyme disease
Injury: Repetitive stress syndrome; wrist fracture (from rollerblading); leaky breast implants
Motto: ”At the end of the day, it’s about profits.”
Name-drop: ”At least that’s what Arnold remembers me telling Brandon.”
Phone sign-off: ”Gotta hop.”
Pronunciation guide: Actresses Dem-MEE Moore, Kim BAY-singer, Greta SKAH- kee; director Francis COPE-ola; Japanese conglomerate Mat-SOOSH-ta
Put-down: ”His/her project’s in turnaround.”
Status symbols: Fatherhood (for men); guns and muscles (for women)
Workout gizmo: Treadwall
Regency Hotel, New York
How you know this is the ’90s: There are egg substitutes on the menu and Town Cars idling where limousines once claimed the curb. How you know this is still the ultimate Power Breakfast nook and the home of Hollywood East: Henry Kissinger’s got his own regular spot, and Disney’s Jeffrey Katzenberg, famous for conducting two, three, four meetings in one bagel-and-decaf morning there when he’s in town, is at the next table. You want to start your day moving and shaking, you come here and shake hands with Loews Hotels president Jonathan Tisch (nephew of CBS’ CEO Larry, couldn’t hurt). You greet manager Marie Hallas, who knows everyone. You drink your OJ. The finance crowd clocks in at 7 a.m. (hey, there’s Felix Rohatyn); the politicos and real estate heavies weigh in at eight (look, it’s Mort Zuckerman); the entertainment crowd rolls in at nine (Whoopi Goldberg likes her corner table).
Hugo’s, Los Angeles
It’s Monday and Julia Roberts is in a corner reading the newspaper with her pal Jason Patric. But John-the-waiter says Tuesday is when breakfast gets really hot at this former meat market, so go figure. The rockers are the guys eating strawberries and drinking herbal tea. (David Bowie and Eric Clapton are good customers.) Don’t expect to do major business before 8 a.m. (none of that crack-of-dawn stuff for this crowd), but if you do stagger in at six, you’re likely to see Jeff Goldblum, who’s a regular early staggerer.
The Four Seasons, New York
Take away the $200 lunch tab for two and you’ve got the school cafeteria for the most powerful students in New York. Yoo-hoo! Cosmo editor Helen Gurley Brown, is that you? Yo, Henry Kissinger, don’t you ever eat a meal at home? The decor is suburban high school utilitarian and the food isn’t the point; the point is that the editor of Vanity Fair can wave to the correspondents from 60 Minutes and everyone can see everyone for two hours before getting back to their voice mail and electronic messages. (FYI, everyone who is anyone is sitting in the Grill Room for lunch, not the more formal Pool Room.) Caf hours are pretty much 12:30 p.m. to 2:30 p.m., but there are always some stragglers; the other day Michael Ovitz was seen dealing long after the dessert cart was retired for the day.
The Ivy, Los Angeles
It’s pretty. It’s so very pretty, this country bistro in the heart of interior-decorator territory. And it’s decorated with baskets on the walls and plates on the walls and old hats on the walls. Cute waiters work at this place, and pretty actors and their managers like this place, and tough, pretty women in tailored jackets, jeans, and Linda Hamilton’s Terminator 2 eyewear like to dine here like girlfriends rather than like deal makers. Historic marker: stuff grilled over mesquite in L.A. was first grilled here. Historic moment: Madonna’s summit supper with Michael Jackson here last March.
Le Dôme, Los Angeles
If Spago is where nouveau-money Hollywood stars go to be seen and Morton’s is where nouveau-money Hollywood suits go to make deals, this dark, ornate, green-and-maroon joint is where celebrity Hollywood goes to forget about California cuisine and designer pizzas altogether. This is where Elizabeth Montgomery dines in a corner and where celebrities like Zsa Zsa Gabor and Sylvester Stallone chow down. Bobby-the-waiter, who’s been with the place for 15 years, can reel off a list of regulars: Richard Gere, Liza Minnelli, Gregory Peck, Walter Matthau, Sting, Diana Ross, Julio Iglesias. Oh, he could go on — how Elton John celebrated his 35th birthday here and how Natalie Cole and Joan Rivers and Ann-Margret and Don Rickles have placed their orders with him. But say, isn’t that Brigitte Nielsen on the other side of the room?
TriBeCa Grill, New York
Robert De Niro. Bob. Bobby. He’s a co-owner of the place, and his dad’s artwork is all around the room. So you can imagine who else drops in, especially with the TriBeCa Film Center upstairs and all those movie and music types and Wall Street execs with downtown condos looking for good nouvelle food and mineral water. San Pellegrino, anyone?
In a town where discretion is high art, the big deals are cut at places so hush-hush they aren’t even listed in the phone book. These exclusive clublike restaurants don’t put signs on their doors. And forget about getting reservations unless you know a manager personally. Prices: sky-high ($500 a plate for dinner is not unheard of). Decor: private rooms with tatami mats. Billing: no check at the end of the night. Instead, everything is settled up, discreetly, at the end of the month. In cash.
The only way to read the latest leaked, hot-off-the-laptop, 28-page confidential memo about the state of the movie industry when you’re stuck in traffic on the San Diego Freeway. Just don’t leave those faxes in a parked Lexus with the hot smog pouring in: Those heat-sensitive babies will melt quicker than you can say Hudson Hawk.
Personal trainers have put a dent in the sweat-and-be-seen scene, but if you’re gonna pump in public, you wanna be at this Temple of the Body, California denomination. Take your step-aerobic class. Watch for Teri Garr, Linda Ronstadt, Magic Johnson. Drink your Evian water. Have the valet fetch your car. Hey, why walk?
Hollywood Athletic Club
In the ’20s, when there really was an athletic club (with a swimming pool and a running track) in the fabulous old Sunset Landmark Building, Charlie Chaplin used to live in the penthouse. In the ’90s, Keanu and Kiefer and Sinéad and Sean and other actors and musicians and their pals drink light beers and shoot pool and do cool things there until late at night.
Power Transit Mode
Schwarzenegger got his on special Terminator terms — the thing was designed for armed-forces types. But AM General is selling 1,100 civvy models this fall, including 100 as gifts through the Neiman Marcus catalog. Sticker price (without options): over $40,000. Hasta la vista, baby.
It’s big. It’s solid. It looks like it belongs in the country, on the farm, over the river and through the woods. Plus, it’s teddibly British. It’s billed as a luxury car. And Princess Di drives one.
Power Vacation Site
Ted Turner and Jane Fonda get real with the herd on 127,000 acres near Bozeman, but there’s still plenty of power privacy to go around in Big Sky Country. This suits Dennis Quaid and Glenn Close and Michael Keaton and Tom Brokaw just fine: They know that the Hamptons are overhyped and Aspen is overdeveloped. All they want is a simple little 5,000-acre hideaway to call home.
He’s a biggie, she’s a biggie and together they’re a major item. When entertainment-industry headline makers hook up for love, professional benefits often follow, ranging from enhanced production clout and box office appeal to increased social or political prestige. Consider the following mergers and acquisitions:
Tina Brown and Harry Evans
He: President and publisher of Random House, 63.
She: Editor in chief of Vanity Fair, 37.
Status: Married Aug. 20, 1981. Two children — George Frederick and Isabel Harriet.
Them: Authors and celebrities she woos for her glossy covers also pen best-selling books for his publishing list.
Jane Fonda and Ted Turner
He: Cable magnate of CNN, TBS, and TNT, 52.
She: Actress, political activist, exercise guru, 53.
Status: Officially engaged.
Them: He gets Hollywood respect. She gets a softer, more romantic image for the ’90s that may ultimately allow her to exercise more clout.
Arnold Schwarzenegger and Maria Shriver
He: Actor, 44.
She: NBC journalist, 35.
Status: Married April 26, 1986. Two children — Katherine Eunice and Christina Maria Aurelia.
Them: He becomes politician material. She gets big- muscle entree into Hollywood and use of the Humvee.
Frank Rich and Alex Witchel
He: Theater critic for The New York Times, 42.
She: New York Times culture reporter and theater columnist, 33.
Status: Married June 9, 1991.
Them: They’re a one-two punch in the theater arena.
Mike Nichols and Diane Sawyer
He: Director (most recently of Postcards From the Edge and Regarding Henry), 59.
She: Co-anchor of ABC’s PrimeTime Live, 45.
Status: Married April 29, 1988.
Them: Love — and better TV lighting for Sawyer’s well-tended face.
Bruce Willis and Demi Moore
He: Actor, 36.
She: Actress, 28.
Status: Married Nov. 21, 1987. Two children — Rumer and Scout.
Them: Mucho marquee appeal regardless of who’s up and who’s down at the box office.
Mariah Carey and Tommy Mottola
He: President of Sony Music, 42.
She: Pop singer, 21.
Status: An Item.
Them: He discovered her. She brought him two Grammys.
Power Office Gift
Autographed photo of you with the boss
”To the good times! — Mike”
”To (Your Name Here): way to go, buddy — Frank”
”Knock ’em dead! — Brandon”
”Word up! — Spike”
Miniature Potbellied Pig
Luke Perry of Beverly Hills, 90210 says he sleeps with his pig. Which is no trick: These snob-appeal swine snooze a lot, when they’re not eating a lot. They’re homely and bristly and truly, deeply fat. But they’re good houseguests. And they’re chic. And that’s what counts.
Written and reported by: Janice Arkatov, Giselle Benatar, Corie Brown, David Browne, Ty Burr, Alan Carter, David DiMartino, Margot Dougherty, Tina Jordan, Jim Oberman, Kelli Pryor, Tim Purtell, Jeffrey Ressner, Lisa Schwarzbaum, Frank Spotnitz, Benjamin Svetkey, Anne Thompson, and Jeffrey Wells