I love Fresh.
I love it for its cover: Sly Stone in the air, flying like a leather sex insect; black against white. The image, by Richard Avedon, is supernatural to me. This, and Lou Reed’s Transformer, make me tingle still. I had a boyfriend who painted them for me, which was the best art I had ever seen. Sort of. This was the olden days and we had to …
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