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Conde Nast Traveler
18th Annual Readers' Choice Awards

Public Appearance -- October 17, 2005
Last Updated:  July 25, 2008
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 The Metropolitan Museum of Art



Lorraine Bracco and Vanessa Minnillo

Stephanie March and Loraine Bracco

Loraine Bracco and Bebe Neuwirth

Peter Boyle, Lorraine Bracco and Maria Bartiromo


The Memory of Persistence

October 20, 2005 -- The New York Times

"Usually Miami kind of irritates me," JOSS STONE said unhappily, in Miami. "It's, like, a bunch of posers, you know?"

Ms. Stone was in her pajamas. She had just finished a performance and was lounging in an upstairs suite at Casa Casuarina, GIANNI VERSACE's little baroque palace, which has been transformed into a private club ($30,000 for those under 35; $50,000 for the wizened 35-and-overs).

The crowd, whether they were members or not, was made up of the kind of people who are determined to exhibit every last inherited penny.

After surfing through the glowing, chest-baring glitterati, we came across DAVID NORMAN, a roly-poly fellow who described himself as Ms. Stone's "tour manager, accountant, psychologist, and baby sitter."

Mr. Norman introduced our reporter as "the correspondent from Playgirl," which sounded much more glamorous, actually, and also caused us to wonder whether Playgirl does in fact have correspondents.

It mattered not, as Ms. Stone said she only reads OK! and Hello!

But to the scene.

"All these girls walk by with everything hanging out," Ms. Stone, 18, said. "I feel like going up to them and saying, 'Does your mother know you're wearing that?' I feel like a sore thumb in this place."

Now, readers, what can we do to rescue Ms. Stone? Why, set a course for adventure!

Take it away, JACK JONES!

Love,/ Exciting and new,/ Come aboard./ We're expecting you./ The Conde Nast Traveler's 18th Annual Readers' Choice Awards/ Soon will be making another run.

Yes, cruise passengers, we were there on Monday night at the Temple of Dendur at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Across the little moat, MARCIA GAY HARDEN, BEBE NEUWIRTH and SARA RAMIREZ mingled. The lights twinkled exotically. In the distance, a publicist barked.

"I've always had wanderlust," TIM CURRY was saying. "My father was a naval chaplain, and mother's father was in the navy. She grew up in Hong Kong in the 30's and they met in Malta during the war and married in Egypt."

(So it was this wanderlust that drew him to the awards? Yes. And a free vacation courtesy of the magazine, for being a presenter.)

Like a scarab, Mr. Curry had scurried up to his colleague from "Spamalot," ALAN TUDYK, who was telling us that he had just returned from visiting Croatia and Kenya and who, by the way, does not eat Spam, but who does eat deviled ham from time to time to humor his father. We had to ask.

But none of their stories compared to that of LORRAINE BRACCO, who was wearing a jewel-encrusted coat over a black dress, and who reminisced tenderly of her days abroad.

"I lived in France for 10 years," Ms. Bracco said. "It was a little pit stop, that apartment in Paris; from there I traveled all over the world."

Do you ever feel divided between America and Europe?

"I have always said I became a woman in Europe," she said, lifting her arched eyebrows. "So whatever that really means."

Whatever does that really mean, we asked.

"Well, I went when I was 18 and I came back when I was 29."

From our own extensive traveling and socializing and also from a hasty visit to imdb.com, we had learned that Ms. Bracco was once asked to pose by SALVADOR DALÍ.

"Well, he thought I was beautiful and asked me to come to the studio the next day, you know, to paint me naked," she said. "And I was, like, 'I don't think so.' Then I met him several times, and he always asked me. And the best part, on the one day, I said 'No, no, no,' he drew me a fantastic, um, I don't know how to say it, I mean I can, well, he drew me
a ... "

Good Reader - and the discontented Ms. Stone, if you are a reading this - we will end our little travelogue here, with Mr. Dali drawing Ms. Bracco what we will describe, in light of our surroundings, as a giant, detailed anatomically accurate obelisk.

The drawing now resides on her wall.

With Rebecca Wakefield in Miami and Kari Haskell in New York

 

 

 

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