Peters’s biggest break occurred in the summer of 1973, when he was asked to style Barbra Streisand’s wigs for her upcoming film For Pete’s Sake. “She looked like Ray Stark’s grandmother,” Peters joked over lunch. Flattery was actually said to be Peters’s strong suit, but only after making women insecure first.
At Streisand’s estate on Carolwood Drive, Peters took long note of her “great a*s, great t*ts, great body,” and told the diva what she had and what she was doing wrong with it. He wanted to make her into a hip rock chick—from Fanny Brice to, if not Cher, then at least Carly Simon. At the same time, he fell madly in love with Streisand, and, he told me, she quickly reciprocated.