Barry Blitt’s “Exposed” ("Обнаженный")
(А.Ф.: Жириновский вполне мог бы быть на его месте).
Barry Blitt’s latest cover for the magazine is his fifteenth to feature Donald Trump.
(“The gift that keeps on grifting,” in Blitt’s words.) The image of Trump at the lectern,
poised nude and cross-legged, recalls the prophet Bob Dylan, who once noted,
in “It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding),” that “even the President of the United
States must sometimes have to stand naked.” Blitt sends sketches to the magazine
each week; this one was chosen from a batch that included riffs on school shootings
and the death of Stephen Hawking. Once the image was selected, Blitt honed the cast
and contour of certain love handles, then glazed the work in his signature watercolors.
“I wanted to address President Trump’s stormy relationship with the press,” Blitt said.
(“I can definitely describe his junk perfectly,” Stormy Daniels said, of her own relationship
with Trump.)