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From left to right: A blonde girl in a jumpsuit chewing her lip, Miss J Alexander, his Hotness Nigel Barker, and her reality showness Lady Whitney Port.

Last evening the Lincoln Film Society, to kick off its five-day feast of celluloid beauty—CINEMATIC GODDESS: THE FILMS OF RAQUEL WELCH—screened Gore Vidal’s MYRA BRECKINRIDGE. The film was preceded with a Raquel Welch Q&A hosted by famed window dresser, Simon Doonan. Welch quipped about John Huston’s nonchalance, Mae West’s necessity for soft lighting, and the catty pilfering of an exquisite costume. Doonan oozed respect and Welch exuded the enticing charisma, charm and beauty that has enabled her star to shine brightly in the cinema firmament for over four decades. In other words, buy a ticket immediately for one of the series’ films or punch yourself in the face for missing it.

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Added bonus: sitting next to Shalom Harlow

Opera diva impersonator, Jessye Normous, thunders back onto the stage of XL Nightclub reaching high notes—even if she can’t reach her feet.