In a breathless piece in the Guardian, Jonathan Jones writes of the new, naked (but ah, never naughty!) Vanity Fair cover:
The women in this picture are not naked – they are nude. They have the gorgeous unreality of Botticelli’s Venus, or Lorenzo Ghiberti’s Eve, or the 18th-century paintings by Boucher and Fragonard that are its more direct models. These stars’ bodies are Art.
[Scarlett] Johannson‘s pose is based on a rococo painting by Boucher of Louise O’Murphy, a mistress of Louis XV, undressed and lying on her front, in what the catalogue of Munich’s Alte Pinakothek – its owner -calls "a lascivious position."
We were going to refrain from comment, but now we just have to say it. It is not "lascivious." We don’t know how, but photographer Annie Leibovitz has managed to make Johannson, a lovely girl, look like a toddler who’s been deposited on a towel, awaiting a dusting of baby powder and reswaddling. Flattering, it is not.
+ Not naked but nude (Guardian)