The new Vanity Fair can't make up its mind which show business tragedy to focus on, and so comes with two covers — one featuring Michael Jackson and the other, Farrah Fawcett. One posthumous Farrah anecdote in Leslie Bennetts' profile involves a little funeral confession from Fawcett's longtime paramour Ryan O'Neal — a story apparently confirmed by daughter Tatum O'Neal:

“I had just put the casket in the hearse and I was watching it drive away when a beautiful blonde woman comes up and embraces me,” Ryan told me. “I said to her, 'You have a drink on you? You have a car?' She said, 'Daddy, it's me–Tatum!' I was just trying to be funny with a strange Swedish woman, and it's my daughter. It's so sick.”

Although the magazine tries to put things into contemporary perspective

(“Farrah Fawcett and Ryan O'Neal were the Angelina and Brad of their

day”), O'Neal emerges more like a modern version of a character he played years ago, one inspired

by that other Vanity Fair author — Barry Lyndon.

LA Weekly