Madonna Extreme

How I Caught Madonna In The Act Still only 32, she’s as famous as Elvis and rich enough to buy Berkshire. What’s Madonna’s secret? What’s she got? And could I have some too? Well, if I ever get to meet her I’ll be sure to ask, but three hours into a visit to the set of her latest film and Madonna looks like a no—show. Meanwhile I’m stuck bang in the middle of Middle America – in Evansville, Indiana, to be exact – where all the women are called Shanda or Jolene, an evening out is a trip to the seed store, and you feel vaguely effeminate if you’re not wearing a Desert Storm T-shirt. I’m having panic attacks already. Live here long enough, you’d probably buy a Johnny Cash album and marry a close relative. If I could just get my interview with Madonna done I’d hitch a ride to the airport on the nearest crop-duster and be on the first plane out of here. The problem is I’m not even supposed to be interested in Madonna, ‘It’s not a Madonna movie,’ the people at the film studio kept s

This is Madonna – The introduction seems a trifle unnecessary. She is probably the most famous woman on the planet and you are, after all, standing in the middle of her living room. Up above you, as you shake hands, is a beautiful Langlois ceiling painting of the naked Hermes flanked by similarly unclad women. All around the walls are works of art from Mexico, England and France, and original black-and-white photos – mostly female nudes – by Edward Weston, Man Ray, André Kertész and Herb Ritts. To your right in this low, white 10-room home, perched atop Hollywood Hills, is a spacious office area, complete with chattering fax machine and sleek filing cabinets. Across the lounge, which is dominated by the somber presence of a huge grand piano, you can just see into the bedroom, where a sleeveless black dress is hanging on a wardrobe door. Off the bedroom is a small bathroom, which, judging from the minimasterpieces on display, could qualify for the world’s most compact art gall

                                      1996 Madonna - The Making Of "Evita" (MTV)

Madonna and I had met many times over the years, but we had never actually had a conversation. It took this interview to bring us together – she as icon, I as inquisitor of icon [after all, I have already distinguished myself as friend of icon, relative of icon and ex-wife of icon]. I had never done an interview before, and I don’t know that I will again. For me, this has all the makings of a waterloo. The first of the two sessions for this interview took place in the restaurant of the Four Seasons Hotel in Los Angeles. Madonna wore gold lame; I probably wore black. The last session took place in the offices of her manager, Freddy DeMann. Madonna wore a negligee; I probably wore black. I was late for that first meeting because a friend who had AIDS and who was staying with me had suddenly developed a fever. I called Madonna to say I was on my way. “You’re late,” she informed me. I explained about my friend. “Well, okay, that’s a good excuse,” she said. By the time of our fina