L'été Abstrait

HUGH HEFNER HAS THREE GIRLFRIENDS. They're all blond, beautiful and nearly a third of his age. (He's 80 next year). They all live at the Playboy Mansion and recently became the subject of a television reality series. Lucy Broadbent met them all. Holly Madison breezes into the mahogany inlaid library at the Playboy mansion. She's a vision of laddish fantasy - platinum blond hair, so brassy it lights up the room, a surgically enhanced cleavage, a teasing hemline, pouting lips and endless legs that plunge into six inch spiky heels. Her appearance wouldn't be so remarkable - this is Beverly Hills afterall - except that Bridget Marquardt and Kendra Wilkinson look the same. Enough for the standing joke between them to be that they come from a blonde cloning laboratory. And all three of them happen to be the live-in girlfriends of the same man. And even that wouldn't be so extraordinary - except that the man they all share happens to be 79 years old, which is more than all...

No matter how much you try to smother the smell, it's still overwhelmingly present. It doesn't matter if you smog the hall with Starbucks' latest brew - there's no way in hell that sickly sterile smell is ever going to go away. As I sat there in the dreary lobby - on one of the most back breakingly hard chairs ever made by man - I stared silently into space. I shifted my body slightly in an attempt to physically distance myself from the growing sadness that's surfacing from below. I turned to look at my friend and instantly shared his pain. There's no hiding that he's been crying on all night; his saggy eyes and lethargic actions are a stark giveaway. I try and reason things out for him, but I know that deep down inside, it's a futile attempt. Neither one of us knows how or what the outcome will be. It was only then did i realize that this place was never meant to be a place of comfort. The feel, look and touch of the place is unitary in its purpose; to ...