For the love of Winona
I have some friends who subscribe to Us magazine just for the photos: glossy celeb stuff done with panache. But what's special? The magazine's art directors have always seemed to share a predilection with this pair of pals: Full-length shots of the famous, or leg shots, or more to the point, a world of pretty feet. Rolling Stone, which owns Us, recycled some of the splashier shots from the magazine last year in a fat coffee-table book, "Crazy Sexy Cool," and its success has led to a pair of new paste-up jobs, "Brad" and "Winona" (Little Brown, $24.95 each). "Winona" harvests the profiles written in Us and Rolling Stone about the young Ms. Ryder, as well as beaus such as actor Johnny Depp and Soul Asylum frontman Dave Pirner. But the volume suggests something more than its well-designed pages of print: it's a shiny fetish object, a night-stand look at the gamine-ness of Winona, as seen by the likes of Brigitte Lacombe, Herb Ritts, Ellen von Unwerth and Matthew Rolston. There's page twelve's pale feral pixie; page sixteen's Converse-clad, life-in-black, hair-freshly-chewed tomboy; page forty-one's tattered-jeans-and-fleshly-bellybutton snap; page sixty-eight and sixty-nine's with its lingerie-lavishing, beckoning eyes, fallen hair, foot-folded-under spread. And the one my foot-fond friend picked out, page 113. Smiling collegiate kid on a beat-up bicycle, fall coat, sensible shoes. Why? "She looks like she takes care of herself." But it's not a foot shot. "You just don't understand," he said, shaking his head with the slightest gray at the temples. Pick your own pages. Barnes & Noble will understand. Take your time. Smile for their camera before you put the book back on the shelf. (Ray Pride)
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