Do you think Ashton Kutcher really had to amputate his forearm for that photo? LOL, JK.
Holiday gifts that rock: coffee table books you want to buy for yourself, won’t buy for yourself. It’s just one of those things. Like self-gifting flowers or a bracelet that says “I Love You Mucho” on it. I maintain that I have purchased for myself both of those things (see: Ovando–in excess, Venessa Arizaga respectively) but whatever. Let me talk.
Where words fail, photos never do.
Wasn’t that insightful?
I think I take it back though. My favorite deductions from this book (other than, of course, Lady Gaga’s full 70s bush), which is really actually an experience, are that a. the photographer extraordinaire, Mario Testino was referenced as a “tireless chronicler of sheer fabulousness” in the afterword and that b. Anna Wintour wrote the very lovely foreword. Both of those things include words, so…
Nevermind.
On a particularly cold, perhaps uninspiring Friday, I hope the above photos (some of my favorite from the extensive collection) incite even the slightest of butterflies. While delivering beautiful words is certainly a gift, forging a visceral connection with someone you wholly do not know and perhaps even learning something new about yourself (I had no idea I am so intrigued, inspired, and overwhelmed by the way in which Oprah smiles) via photo is something that no bequest can offer.
Now, on a scale from 1 to 1, one being most lucid and most cryptic, how do you rank the general level of coherence demonstrated in this post? I for one, am going with 1.
