Part 3: A Trip To The Market
Will you find her nuzzling Colin Farrell at the Miami Vice premiere? Or perhaps riding her cherry-red Vespa to a book party in Provincetown? No. It’s almost lunchtime, and today you’ll find the Sexiest Woman Alive aboard her Schwinn outside a minimart in Sun Valley, California. Has she fallen so far from the spotlight? Or does she sometimes just wish that she had? We are not permitted to say.
Nor, as we explained in Parts 1 (Breakfast, June) and 2 (Ablutions, July) of our troubling gaze into the life of the Sexiest Woman Alive, are we able to reveal her identity just yet. That, as required by unalterable tradition, must wait until November. In the meantime, we have been offering one alluring and enigmatic photograph each month, along with her answers to twenty revealing questions. The rumors and speculation about her identity have ranged from the promising (Portia de Rossi) to the curious (Jake Gyllenhaal); you can join the fray at esquire.com. To aid in your reckoning, we offer the photograph at right and the following provocative facts.
Twenty Questions For the Sexiest Woman Alive
Wine, liquor, or beer?
Liquor, most of the time.
Older men or younger men?
Just men in general. That’s my preference.
Which old-time movie actress do you most identify with?
Have you ever been in court?
Have you ever been on Broadway?
Have you ever appeared on Entourage?
Are you taller than five four?
Depends how high my heels are.
Any beauty marks?
I do have beauty marks.
Any piercings, not counting ears?
Have you ever dated a professional athlete?
Would you ever date a Baldwin brother?
Not at this stage in my career.
Do you speak a foreign language?
No. Definitely not.
First movie you ever saw?
Probably Oklahoma. Huh. I sound old.
First album you ever bought?
Have you ever been in a black-and-white movie?
Have you ever shot anyone onscreen?
The superhero you most identify with?
Book you’d take to a desert island?
How to Survive on a Desert Island.
Were you a Mouseketeer?
Do you demand scented candles backstage?
There ain’t no backstage where I am.
Next Month: Part 4: Sunbathing On The Blacktop