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June 28, 1998|IRENE LACHER

Could this be the first sign of millennium madness?

Larry Flynt, L.A.'s very own pornographer to the stars--OK, one of them--did the decent thing last weekend and made an honest woman out of longtime sweetie pie Liz Berrios.


"I didn't marry her," Flynt drawls. "She married me."

The hustler behind Hustler magazine is resplendent in a forest green tuxedo, a golden vest of chinoiserie and a cream silk shirt buttoned with emeralds and diamonds. Below the shirt is a tummy full of catered roast beef. Above it is a chandelier en plein air.

We are kicking back an orchestra of champagne flutes in Flynt's tastefully appointed Hollywood Hills backyard--OK, the chandelier is a bit much--and everywhere you look there are doppelgangers from Flynt-land.

Woody Harrelson is hanging with his favorite pornographer from "The People Vs. Larry Flynt"; Flynt's brother Jimmy is in a corner chatting with Harrelson's brother Brett, who played Jimmy in the film; and Flynt's attorney Alan Isaacman is deep in conversation with his cinematic alter ego, Ed Norton. (Norton is there with fellow cast member and love Courtney Love, who has dropped the sleek veneer of Oscars past for a nest of pink hair.) Art masticates with life.

As you might imagine, gooey sentiment fills the hearts of guests seated in the side patio below big, black marble cougars that prowl the eaves. In moments, the Flynts will say their vows before a justice of the peace. OK, Larry. Repeat after the JP: "I promise to be a loving and faithful husband."

Larry: "I promise to be a loving husband." For the fourth time. He thinks.

As one guest put it, "There wasn't a wet eye in the house."

Flyntiness aside, Mrs. Flynt, 38, has done a lot for the 55-year-old embattled publisher since she signed on as his nurse seven years ago.

"It's a fascinating union," says journalist Rudy Maxa, an old friend of Flynt's. "She really did clean him up. She's the one who checked him into a clinic and got him off the painkillers just in time for the movie to come along, and for him to become a champion of the 1st Amendment, and certainly more respectable than he was before.

"I took him to the White House Radio and TV Correspondents' Dinner a year ago, and I was just amazed at the number of Capitol Hill staffers begging to be photographed with him."

Today, he is being photographed with his new best friends in Hollywood, including "Flynt" director Milos Forman and "Politically Incorrect" host Bill Maher, who is even Out & Abouter than we are. Ubiquitous political pundit Arianna Huffington is also there, as are Gail Zappa, porn star Ron Jeremy and four of Flynt's children. Absent is estranged daughter Tonya.

Did we forget to mention Screw magazine publisher Al Goldstein? Flynt's colleague of long standing took a break from running his Florida gun shop, which offers a 10% discount to post office employees across the street. Goldstein duded up for the occasion in a gold-studded jacket and a T-shirt that says "marriage = death."

"I'm here to see the class and the sleaze," Goldstein chirps. "Larry is a mixture. He's a mutt."

Indeed, the dark interior of the Flynt manse resembles a cross between a bank and a bordello. Giant fake boulders enclosing fish tanks poke out of the walls; heavy dark-wood museum cases keep your paws off Flynt's treasures of jade and porcelain; black marble warriors patrol the living room and Hollywood-slim naked ladies lounge in paintings that rise to the ceiling.

It is, in a word, ongepotchket.

You know, "stuff gooped everywhere, layers and layers of things." That technical explanation comes courtesy of wedding guest Danna Sigal, one of the Yale-educated architects who is designing an upcoming Hustler store for adult videos, classic film videos, best-selling books, magazines of all stripes, sex toys, coffee cups and T-shirts with the Hustler logo, skimpy lingerie and bondage wear.

Oh, yes. And a coffee shop.

A little class. A lotta sleaze. And a latte to go. In short, a new concept in retailing: the all-American porn shop.

Ongepotchket? We don't think so.

"Everything has to be first class with him," says Sigal, who's designing the store at Sunset Boulevard and Hilldale Avenue with partner Ron Godfredsen. "We are hoping to capitalize on the sensuous parts without being overt, sophisticated rather than sensuous-slash-scummy."

Hmmmmm. "Scummy" would, in all probability, rule out "classy." By the way, does anyone have the number for the Yale alumni magazine? Anyway, the 6,000-square-foot retail mutt is planned to rise under the Hustler banner in early fall. Ta ta, Blockbuster.

As if that weren't fabulous enough, the Venice-based architects also are designing a $26-million casino in Gardena for supergambler Flynt, who won a touted $10 million in Las Vegas six months ago. Gamblers are already placing bets on the opening of his new palace for high-stakes card players. We'll tell you this much: January or February. Ante up.

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