This feature has been divided into two posts, since the first one was getting a bit long. You can view part one here. So, continuing with making silly comments about holiday albums! I know, Christmas was yesterday, but why not keep the momentum going?
This is your blue-grey toned Photoshop filter on “Unrecognizable” mode.
I’m totally coveting her hat. The rest of it (including the weird font), not so much.
James Taylor looks quite nicely dressed up for Winter. Too bad he seems to be standing indoors, in front of a wall made of feces.
There are times when words and/or speech disappear for me, and this is one of those times. Also, I can’t help but notice how there is a present directly above HiDu’s head. I don’t think she’ll be quite as happy when it falls from the sky. Is she able to make gifts levitate magically? This remains unexplained.
I had no idea that Glamor Shots was still around.
This is Bright Eyes’ Christmas contribution, which is so morose-looking that I now have an incredible urge to buy it.
I want to buy this one, too, but for different reasons. Dolly Parton, you are my favorite implant-sporting woman.
The International Male Catalog presents: CHRISTMAS!
Christmas is the biggest sepia season of the year! Is there a reason why Celine appears to be smelling this package?
Thomas Kinkade’s first-ever celebrity portrait session goes tragically, terribly wrong.
Someone got a little excited with the Photoshop on this one. Is it just me, or does Josh Groban look like he’s all, “I’M STEALING YOUR SOOOOOOUL” instead of smiling coyly?
All I want for Christmas is for album cover designers to stop using computer graphics for nefarious purposes, such as putting little Santa hats on cover photos.
There are three of these?
Billy Gilman: I, TOO, AM STEALING YOUR SOOOOOOUL.
Merry Christmas! You get…I kind of don’t know what is going on here.
No, that’s not phallic at all.
I hope whomever designed this was severely reprimanded, both for making the normally lovely KT Tunstall look jaundiced, and for sticking her in a short-sleeved top OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCKING TUNDRA (or implying it, using the magic of cut n’paste). And then having the audacity to slap a bow onto such an atrocity.
I hope all of you who celebrate the holidays had a lovely time, and in case you didn’t get what you want this year, take heart: a Justin Bieber holiday album can’t be far behind.