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"The adult business is very much Internet-driven," Windsor hollers into Kulchur's ear above the blaring sound system inside the Living Room nightclub. “Being in the adult business, the Internet is slammed in your face.” And Windsor has been taking close notes. Which is why, even as newspapers are filled with stories of content-oriented Websites hemorrhaging employees while their stocks trade at all-time lows, Windsor has enthusiastically made the jump on to the Net. She is the new cohost of RodmanTV.com, which promises -- for $19.95 a month -- an “uncensored, unedited, and uninhibited” look at both the Newport Beach, California, home of "the enigma that is Dennis Rodman" (via live Webcams), as well as the notorious basketball-star-cum-actor's late-night shenanigans (via a three-man video crew) at parties such as this evening's shindig on South Beach.
Windsor is well aware that the word on Wall Street these days is the Internet gold rush is over, a grim mood perfectly captured by the cover of last week's Fortune magazine, where, beneath the bold headline “Lessons From the Dot-Com Crash,” a frazzled executive cries out: “It all seemed so grand! We were changing the world! We were rich.... Now what?” Nonsense, Windsor counsels. Her own Net-investment advice? Try taking your clothes off.
“The sites that stay alive are the ones that provide nudity,” she says. “First and foremost RodmanTV.com has adult content, and adult-content sites aren't going down so much [in value]. It's the ones that are trying to go mainstream that aren't doing so well.”
Windsor's viewpoint is borne out by the numbers. Mainstream Hollywood may be pulling back from the Internet as a new viewing forum (the recent collapse of megamoguls David Geffen, Jeffrey Katzenberg, and Steven Spielberg's joint venture Pop.com is only the most dramatic example of this shift), and the notion of charging a subscription fee to readers has been abandoned by virtually every online magazine. Inside.com, the much ballyhooed entertainment-industry news site, has quietly stopped enforcing its own fee for full access while simultaneously announcing the launch of that creaky old-economy standby -- an ink-and-paper version -- in an effort to garner both readers and revenue.
Meanwhile over in the adult sphere, just the opposite is true. According to Nielsen NetRatings, 21 million Americans regularly visit sex sites on the Web, a number that's doubled since 1999. Even more important, these visitors are willing to pony up their credit card numbers. A Forrester Research study claims sex sites will generate at least one billion dollars this year. Factor in Western Europe, and several other analysts expect that sum to triple by 2003.
Joy King, vice president of the Los Angeles-based Wicked Pictures, one of the most prominent adult-film producers and the parent company of RodmanTV.com, is even more optimistic about future growth. “Our industry has always been in the back room, kept in the closet,” King explains. “But now that people don't even have to leave their home to have access to our product, it really opens up an entirely new set of eyes to us. People don't have to go to an adult bookstore. They can surf to us at work, at home; it just gives people a certain amount of privacy. Nobody has to know they're looking at this material.”
Accordingly RodmanTV.com provides the opportunity not only for immediate profits but also for Wicked Pictures to increase its mainstream exposure. Jenna Jameson, a former Miamian who appears regularly in Wicked's films, has already buoyed the company's profile (as well as adult movies in general) via frequent radio and TV appearances on The Howard Stern Show, plus guest-host stints with the E! Entertainment channel. King expects to see other Wicked performers (such as Keri Windsor) on both RodmanTV.com and at Rodman's frequent public appearances.
“Rodman is a controversial high-profile celebrity,” King notes, “and his name is always out there -- good, bad, or indifferent -- which will keep people interested in his career even if he's not playing basketball.”
By 2:00 a.m. Rodman's enduring celebrity status is on full display at the Living Room. There's no other star power in sight (old-hat altrockers Live are the only figures of any renown here), the fashionista contingent is preoccupied with the opening of the 320 nightclub across town, and a cringe-inducing DJ has shifted from spinning bar-mitzvah staples to the de rigueur Beach diet of trance. Yet the club is packed with folks craning their necks for a glimpse of Rodman, whose six-foot-nine-inch frame is tucked into a VIP-section banquette. Indeed onlookers are so frantic that the VIP velvet-rope don is demanding "$100 a head" for anyone to pass through. He grudgingly accepts a traveler's check from a desperate clutch of European tourists as RodmanTV's cameramen circle the scene.