Libby Gelman-Waxner: The Lost Years: Seven Years in Tibet

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December 1997: "Mein Hair"

"Staying beautifully groomed in prison also has a proud Hollywood tradition, from Robert Redford's Sundance shimmer in Brubaker to Stallone's Waikiki bronzer in Lock Up; Mitchell said that stars only go for pallor and emaciation when they smell a forced-march or fatal-disease Oscar and get a hold of the Jeremy Irons smoking-and-dissipation home-workout video."