...this Vanity Fair cover scares the shit out of me in no less than seventeen ways.
Okay, first of all, her disembodied head is clearly floating atop someone else's torso. Not even a torso, maybe...is that a knee? WTF? No two elements in that composition look like they're in the same zip code as each other, from the rose to the light to the "torso" to the face. Her facial features are freakishly oversized -- like her mouth wasn't already scarily large -- and she looks like she's about to devour that rose in a most unwholesome way. It looks like the DVD cover for a schlock horror movie about a severed head that comes back to wreak vengeance. This shit's gonna haunt my dreams for quite some time.