BlackBook Magazine

This book's been out for a few months, but if you haven't already heard of Cover Story -- a book of gorgeous, bizarre, and/or erogenous album compiled by Brooklyn's Wax Poetics magazine -- time to correct that oversight. To help get you in the mood, check out our sample gallery of pics from the book.

Eva Mendes baring all for PETA is nothing compared to Eva Mendes baring all for Vogue Italia. Huffington Post has a saucy, tawdry, topless gallery of the We Own The Night star sporting wigs that would make John Waters proud, and little else. Warning: contains toe-sucking.

The Ed Banger/Dim Mak coterie recently overtook Cinespace in Los Angeles. Everything was as planned, it seemed, at least in pictures. Nary a neon jersey was missing. Gold chains dangled from the lanky bodies that filled the room. But something was amiss, the scene seemed to have lost its sparkle.

Christina Ricci has the cover of the May issue of BlackBook, along with an interview and more pictures inside. But this isn't the first time Ricci has graced our pages, as she also starred on the "Night" issue from Winter 2001-2002. And that puts her in a pretty exclusive club of BlackBook double-cover idols.

For over ten years, BlackBook has blazed a trail along the bleeding edge of cover photography, shattering tired clichés like a pedantic grammarian murdering mixed metaphors. Check out all 60 covers (and counting) in our online cover gallery of the hottest and haughtiest starlets, models, musicians, and miscellaneous dramaturges. From Bono to the White Stripes, from Scarlett Johansson to Christina Ricci, from Benicio Del Toro to Willem Dafoe, they're all enshrined forevermore.

Inspired by the great Austrian Symbolist painter, a fashion story (aflutter with texture and depth) that embraces its inner (and outer) Klimt. Expect feathers to be ruffled.

Styling by Elizabeth Sulcer

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Sequined shirt by Marc Jacobs, ruffled gown with bustier and sequined dress by Paule Ka, feathered vest by Sonia Rykiel, gloves by Lacrasia, boots by Chanel.

French photographer Cedric Delsaux has done the impossible: he’s made Star Wars cool. Geeks the world over are surely outraged at his new photo series, which takes characters from their beloved Star Wars universe and places them in the stark, urban environments usually reserved for light saber-thin models. Check the series out at Delsaux’s official website.

Last night, BlackBook partnered with SKYY to celebrate the release of our high-octane May Design Issue featuring cover girl Christina Ricci. Nestled within Manhattan’s newest hideaway, 1Oak, hundreds of imbibers brought out their best jazz-hands for inimitable deejay duo Andrew Andrew.

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Photographer Chris Anthony shot rock bands across American until, as he puts it, his "retirement at the age of 17." He would go on to direct commercials and music videos for the Dandy Warhols among others. He even created a stunning set of Dali-inspired Playstation ads for Sony. But this, this is unexpected. In his recent exhibition at the Corey Helford Gallery in Culver City, "I'm the Most Normal Person I Know," Anthony explores his gothic side with a series of haunting images that meet somewhere between the imaginations of Annie Leibovitz and Tim Burton. Inspired by Ralph Bakshi, Monty Python, and The Muppet Show, Anthony explains, "There is nothing strange about this at all. Nothing. As I am the most normal person I know."

Brennan (Clear Poncho), by Ryan McGinley.

Ryan McGinley is an artist whose work captures a kind of honesty far beyond his 30 years. The irrevocability of its weight—of its importance—is both unquestionable and daunting, as each image presents us with an evocation of homoerotic undertones and youthful ambiguity. McGinley’s images, the end result of a summer crossing the country with 16 models and 4,000 rolls of film, juxtapose a kind of quiet nudity with the harshness of the outdoors—bright sunlight against pale skin, exaggerated tan lines, bare skin amid fireworks—and while these images are decidedly out of context, they are captured in a way that ignores any posing austerity. McGinley’s most recent exhibit, “I Know Where the Summer Goes,” is now on display at the Team Gallery in SoHo.