I think the planet has finally recovered from the shock of seeing Miley Cyrus‘s naked tween shoulder in the pages of Vanity Fair. I want to go on the record as saying I was not appalled. I wasn’t even all that surprised considering we knew ahead of time that famed celebrity photographer Annie Leibovitz was going to be behind the lens.
Leibovitz loves nudity. She’s made many of her photographic subjects drop trou. Have you ever seen her pics of John and Yoko? How about David Cassidy?
Talk about shocking the tween set. I wonder how many 13-year-olds in 1972 went out and bought a copy of Rolling Stone. Then, promptly tossed out the pages inside because it was all hippie commentary on President Nixon and Deep Purple record reviews.
Leibovitz had Scarlett Johansson and Keira Knightley pose nude together in many a men’s fantasy on VF’s cover two years ago.
Don’t forget the knocked-up, naked Demi Moore cover.
Leibowitz also photographed Whoopi Goldberg naked in a bath of milk and Sting naked and caked in mud.
Clearly, Leibovitz won’t stop until she’s photographed everyone in America naked. She should put together a reality show where people compete to be her next nudey muse. I’d say we could let America vote, but you know we would end up seeing the Jonas Brothers without clothes on and then I’d have a reason to complain. Why are young girls in love with those three? Those were the kind of kids in my school who got beat up or called any sort of epithet that meant homosexual. The poufy hair, the skinny ties. That kid with the big eyebrows who wears an ascot. Who does he think he is, Fred from Scooby Doo?
Of course, when I was a kid I was in love with Duran Duran’s Nick Rhodes, a man who wore more make-up than my mother. Why didn’t Leibovitz ever photograph the men of Duran Duran naked? Or any of my New Wave favorites. Would they have had to wash off their eyeliner?