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…