Is this the best GQ cover ever?
We think so, maybe!
Mila Kunis (whom we’ve really warmed up to since her delivery of the line “Was I good?!” in Black Swan) was shot by Terry Richardson, who showed remarkable restraint by not exclusively posing her with her mouth agape.
Also, the iced coffee: Genius. It’s seasonal without being corny, like this duck. Less pedophilic and less phallic than an ice cream cone, but still a little bit phallic. It connotes both sexy post-coital times and quotidian middlebrow career girl life–look, she can’t even get dressed for work without a Venti! And stimulants. Stimulating!
Gchat observers more libidinous than we pointed out that the coffee is the color of her skin and her undies are the color of what biology dictates is underneath them. Gchat observers more culturally fluent than we pointed out that the iced coffee refers to Nancy Botwin of Weeds, a sex symbol for stoners and HBO subscribers, which pretty much sums up GQ’s target demo.
God love the art director who photoshopped out the garish branding of the mermaid seal but kept the straw Starbucks green. It’s the fulcrum of the composition and signifier enough for the distinctly American school of ubiquity to which every starlet aspires.
Oh except not Mila, of course. From the Q&A you’ll learn she’s a nerd who is so down to earth and hates watching her figure and just about every other celebrity profile cliche.
Including the one where the male interviewer creepily treats the interview as a date–a return to form for the magazine, which had recently been running unconventional celebrity profiles written by women. Who also sort of seemed to be on dates with their subjects. Why does that work so much better when it’s a neurotic female writer? Is it even possible to write a celebrity profile without Janet Malcolm breathing down your neck?