There are a lot of things I really like about this cover: The comparatively spartan text, which lets the image push through and allows it to have depth. The illusion that she’s walking on water, or rising out of it. The colors. I feel like, if I were to reach out and graze it with my fingers, the sequins would tickle my skin.

But the one constant about Rihanna even in a storm of sartorial madness — even atop a pink cotton-candy cloud, or a totally naked dress — has been her face. Her stunning, stunning face. And this cover somehow takes away from that.

[Photos: Vogue]

Tags: Vogue, Rihanna
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