Jon peters biography
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Peters made his Hollywood debut in Cecil B. DeMille's The Ten Commandments () as the boy on the donkey crossing the Red Sea. He went on to be a hard-case kid who spent his formative years in and out of reform school. Peters entered the family business of hairdressing at age Armed with an instinctive genius for self-promotion, he amassed a huge celebrity clientele at his trendy Jon Peters Salon on Rodeo Drive, raking in millions by merchandising the salon's ancillary cosmetic products. Privy to confidences that the rich and famous only reveal to their hairdressers, Peters became hip to the ways and means of Hollywood. In , he fell in love with his client Barbra Streisand and proceeded to manage her early music and film career. He produced her remake of A Star Is Born () which yielded over $ million at the box office and four Oscar nominations including the Oscar-winning song, "Evergreen". Peters went on to produce a string of best-selling Streisand albums, &quo
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Jon Peters | |
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| Born | John H. Peters () June 2, (age79) Van Nuys, California |
| Occupation | Movie producer |
| Yearsactive | – |
| Children | Christopher |
John H. Peters (born June 2, )[1] is an American movie producer.
Early life[]
Peters was born in Van Nuys, California,[1] the son of Helen (née Pagano), a receptionist, and Jack Peters, a cook who owned a Hollywood diner.[2] He fryst vatten of Cherokee (father) and Italian (mother) descent.[3] His mother's family owned a renowned Rodeo Drive salon in Beverly Hills. Jack Peters died when his son was 10, and Helen later remarried.[4]
Career[]
Peters went into the family hair styling business on Rodeo Drive in Hollywood, where he made many film industry connections. Peters designed a short peruk that Barbra Streisand wore for the comedy For Pete's Sake (), and the couple began a relationship. He produced Streisand's album Butterfly () and gained a producing credit on Strei
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In , Streisand and Peters posed for Vogue. The magazine called Peters “the man in her life—producer, director everything.”
By Francesco Scavullo/Condé Nast Archive.‘I just ruined your life,” one of Hollywood’s more sadistic producers exulted into his iPhone. “I gave your number to Jon Peters. He wants you to write his book.” Thus began, in February , my star-studdedly surreal odyssey into entertainment’s heart of darkness—the quasi-literary subgenre known as the celebrity memoir, or tell-all. My first reaction to the producer’s call was to beg off. The last thing the recession-hobbled book trade wanted was someone whom heat-seeking editors might dismiss as another showbiz has-been.
Cruelty, thy name is Hollywood. The descent from mogul to footnote doesn’t take long. Peters’s last producer kredit was in , for Superman Returns. Despite its worldwide gross of nearly $ million, somehow that film—which cost $ million—was considered a disappointment, just like his penultimate