This was, is and will always be my favorite photo session and album cover of all time - until they throw dirt on my grave. And even then, it will remain.
Everything about it is perfect. The hair, the fuck face, the
jewelry, even the t-shirt. I know Gary Heery shit himself when he saw that popping through that camera. Wrapped in crucifixes, cock rings, leather, rubber and chains - it's punk, slut, fag and bytch. Above all, it's timeless and modern. Like an Italian glamorous tom boy gap-toothed Marilyn crawling out of the gutter. Doesn't get any better than that. Does it? DOES IT?
Like the Virgin one, I made a few out of these - you can get the others on the madonnascrapbook.tumblr page. xo