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LAUREN HUTTON
NO NIP/TUCK REQUIRED
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Alex Simon


Editor’s note: This article originally appeared in the November 2007 issue of Venice Magazine.

Lauren Hutton was the face of American fashion in the 1960s and ‘70s. Having appeared on every major magazine cover multiple times (a record 27 times on the venerable Vogue), everyone in America knew the stunning beauty with the gap-toothed smile who seemed to represent every tomboy next door who blossomed into a swan when she went to her first prom.
Mary Laurence Hutton was born in Charleston, South Carolina November 17, 1943. Raised by her mother and stepfather (she never knew her natural father, who died in his mid-30s) in the deep south, Mary was indeed a tomboy who explored the swamp behind her house with the regularity of a Mark Twain character. After attending Tulane University, she went to New York City, soon landing a job as a cocktail waitress at Manhattan’s legendary Playboy Club. Since there were already several Mary’s on the staff, Mary Laurence (her father’s surname) rechristened herself “Lauren,” both as a tribute to her dad, and inspired by Lauren Bacall. After being discovered by the legendary Eileen Ford, Lauren’s modeling career was launched, becoming (arguably) America’s first supermodel, which was cemented when she negotiated an exclusive cosmetics deal with Revlon in the 1970s, becoming America’s first fashion model to step into the formerly male-dominated entrepreneurial ring.
Lauren Hutton made her screen debut in 1968’s Paper Lion, co-starring with Alan Alda, following it with memorable turns in Karel Reisz'sThe Gambler, the Burt Reynolds hit Gator (1976), and the classic ‘80s touchstone film American Gigolo, eventually appearing in more than 55 television programs and feature films. She hosted 150 episodes of her own talk show, Lauren Hutton and…between 1995-96, and launched her own successful cosmetics line, marketed over the internet, at LaurenHutton.com. She raised some eyebrows when, in 2005, at age 62, she appeared in a special issue of Big Magazine that offered up a career retrospective, topped off by a series of nudes shot by photographer Mario Sorrenti that still set men’s hearts aflutter world-wide.
Lauren Hutton returns to the small screen this month on FX’s hit Nip/Tuck, as Fiona McNeil, a Hollywood publicist that Machiavelli, himself would have been honored to have escorted to the royal ball. The radiant Ms. Hutton, a Venice local, sat down with us in her garden recently to discuss her remarkable life.

Your role in Nip/Tuck is a real hoot. I love how this new season is basically a satire on the show itself.
Lauren Hutton: Yeah, it’s been great fun. It’s all this guy Ryan Murphy, the show’s creator. I didn’t even have an agent. He went out and found me, because I really haven’t done any acting in ten years. I started this cosmetics business six years ago that’s taken up all of my time. Also, six years ago I nearly got killed on a motorcycle and was in hospitals recovering for about six months.

Were you in a coma?
It was a funny kind of coma, a subconscious coma, thanks to Dennis Hopper, who insisted I wear full leathers and to Jeremy Irons, who had just traded helmets with me, one with a visor on it, before the crash happened. Otherwise I’d have been in a real coma, blind, or more likely killed instantly. It was on a 100-mile ride celebrating the planned Guggenheim motorcycle exhibit. And it was me, Jeremy, Dennis, Laurence Fishburne, and a bunch of billionaire motorcycle enthusiasts. I was going too fast, hit some rocks, flew up 25 feet, jumped off and pushed (myself away from the bike) and headed back so that I wasn’t hitting pavement, I was hitting land. It was a mountainous part of Nevada called The Valley of Fire. Then I skidded across that red, rocky ground for 170 feet. But that visor saved by life, because those rocks probably would have torn out my eyes and maybe even part of my frontal lobe. So I’ll always be grateful to Jeremy Irons for insisting that I change helmets moments earlier!

Did that incident change your perspective?
It made me believe quite strongly in ancestor worship and angels. (laughs)

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