too easy, on both counts.
There's always the cover of the album "Blind Faith."
I was riding the London Tube on the way to Stigwood's office to expose Clapton's management to this revelation when the subway doors opened and she stepped into the car. She was wearing a school uniform, plaid skirt, blue blazer, white socks and ball point pen drawings on her hands. It was as though the air began to crackle with an electrostatic charge. She was buoyant and fresh as the morning air.
He ended up photographing her younger sister, topless.
And this is that little Blind Faith cover girl today.
http://www.baacorsham.co.uk/cached/MarioraGoshen.htmI am SICK of that Blind Faith cover!
SICK of it! stop referencing it!!!!!
(thank you)
I almost went with Virgin Killers.
Still one of the best albums and best album *covers* evah.
At least on Electric Ladyland the women are old enough to actually have boobies rather than bee-stings.
But I'm tired of the titillation factor.
Here's some good, honest, ethnic boobies to remind you that they aren't for leching over. Oh, and a welcome mat to go with them.
Grace Jones, in her famous album cover, which was a photoshopped image back before photoshop existed. Stitched together from a few different poses.
Source of many of my problems:
Country Life, Roxy Music
I am SICK of that Blind Faith cover!
SICK of it! stop referencing it!!!!!
(thank you)
Come down off your throne, Bri...
one of the best albums ever to boot:
This all feels pretty familiar. Haven't we done this before.
Oh well...I rolled a lot of joints on this particular album cover.
This thread made me remember the cover of an album I loved when I was a kid. It was one of my favourite records. I used to sit (7yrs old I think) in the big armchair in the sitting-room, with mum's super-duper giant headphones (with independant volume control!) and listen. I'd have the light off and he gas fire on. Mmm.
Anyway, I used to like this cover, because the headphones the chicks are wearing looked a lot like the ones I had on my head :P but without the sodding great aerials, which I'd forgotten all about :P
Shouldn't it be quadrophonic?
This one freaked me out when I was a kid.
Not titties, but still funny.
MODS: I take it that I AM allowed to post this after seeing the rest of the thread? If not, feel free to delete it.
I posted this one in another thread some time back. My folks used to have this album when I was a wee lad. It fascinated me.
Pretty racy for it's day
OMG, this album is in my dad's collection. Currently in boxes in the downstairs hallway.
It was a very popular album.
I came across that at the Record Library my Dad ran for his firm.
I'm not sure how old I was - 9? 10? but it had an immediate and visceral impact on me. It shut my systems down completely. I more or less reeled outside and thought I was going to be sick. I felt disgusted and somehow violated, although I wouldn't have been able to articulate that at the time.
I must have recognised the erotic suggestion, and it was that coupled with food-stuff that revolted me to my absolute core.
I felt the same years later when I first saw some of Dali's work.
I'm certainly glad nothing seems to be able to hurt me in that way now. But it does make me wonder whether growing up is simply a de-sensitising process, or whether we learn to differentiate between real threats and prurient shock.
I remember this one from the punk days
Our (Pooka & I's) friend J has that Herb Alpert album cover up on his wall.
It fascinated me.
I've never heard it referred to as that.