Picking the cover of our quarterly book is a fucked up formula that has nothing to do with science. It is a feeling. It is a fight. It is a beautiful poetry that comes together after a dog fight in a barroom. And sometimes, once the dust has settled and Bruce Irons is already out on the cover of your issue it’s fun to look back at some of the mocks that we went to war for or against.
And if you wanna play along, post the one you would have have picked on Instagram and hashtag it #mywhatyouthcoverpick and we’ll send you a bunch of stickers — because stickers are still sick.