I mean, it’s clear as a bell.
Really, though, Rosie-girl is an amazingly hot chick, but I’ll be honest: this magazine cover features one heinous face, right? Like, what were the photographers thinking? ‘Oh, yeah. Yup. That face right there, the one where you look like you’re having a seizure and swallowing your tongue? That’s the hotness, girl. DO THAT.’ Or maybe they were just too busy staring at her cleavage to see what the hell she was doing with her face. Yeah. That’s it. Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, latest star in the Transformers franchise, is making a ethical statement that men do nothing but stare at lady tits, so it doesn’t matter what kind of weirdo face she makes. Power to the people and stuff, girl.
Whatever. She dates Jason Statham AND she’s a Victoria’s Secret model. It doesn’t really matter what kind of stupid faces she makes, now, does it.
That is stretched beyond all hell. That’ll be on photoshop disasters before long.
This cover freaks me out; a white jacket against a white background, and now she looks like a Pez dispenser. That disembodied head will haunt my dreams.