“Oooooooh…. What’s the very first thing that involves mind once I see that?” Janet Jackson asks as I delay the long-lasting cover of her 1993 album, janet., the world-shaking affirmation of sexuality that upended her public persona. “She was trying to come back out of that shell, and be accepting of herself and of who she was physically,” she says after reflecting for a beat.
Janet Damita Jo Jackson is indulging me in a game. I’ve put all of her album art in a tote, and now I’m getting her quick read on the ladies before her. She has no idea which cover I’ll grab next—and nor do I—and the grin that stretches those famous high cheekbones of hers is each...
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