Photo Friday "Destruction"
I've had a subscription to Rolling Stone since I was a teenager. It was a gift from my grandmother that she has continued to give me every year for the last, um...17,18, no, 19 years (sheesh, I'm getting old).
The year it began filling my mailbox, only one woman graced the cover. Madonna was topless, but the photo didn't span below her shoulders. The next year Lisa Bonet appeared baring some side butt and a couple of months later I thought I saw her on the cover again, looking like Dr. Huxtable demanded she stop using her sex appeal to sell magazines. Alas, it was Terence Trent D'Arby, her doppelganger.
Over the years the percentage of women on the cover of Rolling Stone has increased, yet it appears to be linked to a decrease in clothing. Such a shame. Add in a top notch makeup artist, a Photoshop master and a hair stylist and you've got yourself a cover that makes money. Speaking of photoshop, this is a great clip on the "authenticity"of the female models we continue to see.
Last week I received the latest issue of Rolling Stone. My five year old daughter brought in the mail that day. Off the cover came. I wanted to read the magazine and no offense to Fergie, but the title "A Good Girl Gone Wild" was not what I wanted on my coffee table in view of my two kids. Around here, a good girl gone wild means someone stayed up til 8pm on a school night after eating two scoops of ice cream right before bedtime.