So, its AIDS, but not as we know it.
Like, don’t put a HIV+ model on the cover or anything like that… that’s too much AIDS. No, no. We need frozen-faced Hollywood, a prototype for the US-style celebrity-driven hard-sell, and solidarity for perverts.
So, in honour of the good taste and sound judgement demonstrated by editor Carine Roitfeld, I’m nominating Alexsandro Palombo’s cover - featuring the lady herself and her darling Uncle Spunk.
So here, we can see what appears to be hetrosexual couple (the fastest growing risk group), perhaps about to initiate love-making, (a possible point of infection), the thumbs up and happy expressions (showing AIDS/HIV is not a death sentence), an implied promiscuous male (most likely carriers), and the trademark red (featured on underpants, fingernails, etc.)
Who could argue - when the two are juxtaposed - which sends a clearer, honest and more relevant message for a magazine that is supposed to be promoting awareness?
I think I’m actually serious about this too…
But they weren’t ok.
I mean this guy managed to get us to think ‘teenage genitals’ when buying a freakin t-shirt (along with that other stand out, wouldn’t-leave-your-kids-with Dov Charney.) So model Jamie Peck’s damning account of her afternoon with ‘Uncle Terry’ really has given his work a whole new aesthetic (to me anyway). I mean now that I can’t take the guy seriously, nothing he does seems shocking so much as massively camp a la Carry-On films of the 60’s/70’s.
A sandwich?? Oh Matron!
(Btw, I fucking hated the Carry-On films. They were terminally unfunny and about as sexy as stomach ulcers.)
Anyway, go here for Interview magazine who no doubt still hawk his stuff as edgy, raw and ablah,blah,blah fat squirrel.
And I agree with Lifelounge; the Goddess Bar Raf has no business in amongst that hulabaloo.
…..Featuring Erin Wasson and shot by Terry Richardson.