Rob Lowe is no stranger to reinvention I AM sitting next to the beautiful Rob Lowe. And by beautiful I mean BEAUTIFUL. We are about to have a beachfront breakfast in Santa Barbara, California. He gets up from opposite to sit beside me on the banquette and leans in close. I don't demur. At 49, still with a surfer's body, Lowe is tallish, slim, angular, strong. His hair is tousled, shortish, brownish, sprinkled with grey at the temples; the skin is barely lined, the eyes an undiluted cornflower blue. The looks, most certainly, have yet to dissipate.