Why: In the rare moments that she’s not in
motion, it’s the porcelain skin, Nicole
Kidmanian hair, and up-to-there gams you can’t
help obsessing over. “She blends a natural
authority with feline softness,” says one
dancer. But onstage in Twyla Tharp’s
Movin’ Out, it’s the fearlessness
with which she hurtles into her partner’s arms
that takes your breath away, in more ways than one.
Photographed by Andrew Eccles.
Why: Depression is usually the bane of writers. But in
Solomon’s case, he turned it into an
encyclopedic, groundbreaking best-seller on the
disease, The Noonday Demon. And recently his
sumptuous double-wide Village townhouse, complete with
fifteenth-century Flemish tapestries, has become the
place for fund-raisers for Hillary Clinton and Howard
Dean. More Paxil, Jeeves!