I really can't remember the last time I applauded a spread of pictures in a fashion magazine. This month's Steven Klein portfolio of Madonna (and her blue-eyed, 30-years-junior, ashamed-looking Latin lover, Jesus Luz) is damn fine. I love the lighting. I love the styling--Madge as we know her best: platinum hair and black eyebrows and prim and gothic lace and crosses and gloves and a rough and lean dancer's body and a general air of having come straight from a humid, Catholic country. No need for reinvention; this is essential.
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Showing posts with label blame it on rio. Show all posts
Feb 25, 2009
Let's Hear it For the W--
I really can't remember the last time I applauded a spread of pictures in a fashion magazine. This month's Steven Klein portfolio of Madonna (and her blue-eyed, 30-years-junior, ashamed-looking Latin lover, Jesus Luz) is damn fine. I love the lighting. I love the styling--Madge as we know her best: platinum hair and black eyebrows and prim and gothic lace and crosses and gloves and a rough and lean dancer's body and a general air of having come straight from a humid, Catholic country. No need for reinvention; this is essential.
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blame it on rio,
fay-shun,
safe words
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