It may have seemed an odd match, the scrubbed pop beauty and the street-tough New Jacker.But, as Lynn Hirschberg found, theirs is a real and complex marriage—and now there’s a new addition on the way.
“So we decided to throw a party,” says MCA Records president Richard Palmese, a man not known for understatement. Dressed in a pale-pink, loose-fitting silk suit, she is sitting at a table in between Robyn Crawford, her executive assistant, who bears a striking resemblance to Detroit Piston ace Isiah Thomas, and her new mother-in-law, Carol Brown, who is visibly ecstatic about the party. “But when you see them together, you know it’s love.”There was certainly reason to wonder.
“And this is the greatest party in years.”The mob is penned in by scaffolding and booths marked in big red letters: cajun popcorn, fried chicken, vegetable pantry, and fruit. tier, record execs are chatting each other up; members of Bell Biv De Voe are munching on shrimp; and Sinbad is trying to conduct a radio interview with Mr. Despite the crowd screaming over the sound of “Humpin’ Around,” playing over and over and over the main point of curiosity at this party is Whitney Houston, a.k.a. On the surface, this couple seems remarkably mismatched.
There are two different levels to this bash, and in the V. She’s the squeaky-clean pop diva in sequins; he’s the B-boy from the projects who was once arrested and fined for simulating sex onstage.
She’s a morning person; he gets up at two in the afternoon.
She is so devoted to her two Akitas, Lucy and Ethel, that she reportedly built a $75,000 house for them, a miniature version of her New Jersey mansion; he is afraid of dogs.
She’ll wear the same thing two days running, while he travels everywhere with two extra pairs of shoes in case he gets tired of the ones he’s got on.
(“Even as a kid I could never wear dirty sneakers,” he says.
“I’d just keep going and steal me a new pair.”)More significantly, there are the persistent rumors that Houston is gay (which she has repeatedly denied) and that Brown is a crackhead (which he has repeatedly denied).
He was, however, definitely a ladies’ man (“Getting girls is how I live,” he once sang); he has three children, by two different women.