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“Madonna, Money and ‘Sex’ – The Untold Story” : Entertainment Weekly

Madonna - Entertainment Weekly / November 06 1992

So, is this a book, or what? Well, yes and no. Madonna’s Sex — her raunchy, trashy, cheesy, phenomenally successful 128-page collection of shock-by-the-numbers erotic fantasy — certainly lives up to Warner Books’ advance billing as the “publishing event of the year.” There are the sheer numbers: 500,000 U.S. copies reportedly sold in a week, and the same number of international copies are going just as fast (Warner says that despite the demand, the million-copy initial shipment is Sex’s only printing; the books are individually numbered and designed to be collector’s items). There are the much-discussed paraphernalia — the whips, the chains, the knife, the leashes, the gags, the prophylactic-like Mylar wrapping, the metal covers, the self-destructive binding. And there are the cries of outrage and amusement: the denunciations by critics and conservatives, the chorus of more confused comments. More than a half-million copies in a week? This isn’t the publishing event of the year, it’s the publishing event of the century.

But the key word here is event: Sex is less a book than a slickly contrived, shrewdly marketed happening. People aren’t buying it for the aesthetics of its photos and text, which rarely rise above the level of Penthouse. They’re buying it because of who is in the photos and who wrote the text. Sex is hype.

The charge is hardly new to Madonna. Every product of her decade-old career has contained a dollop of serious intent fused with a heaping measure of shock and image massage. But nothing the 34-year-old dollarwise diva has done matches the pose and tease of this book. Sex is her masterpiece of media manipulation, and here — blow by blow, kink by kink — is how she pulled it off.

In the beginning was the idea, but whose was it? Madonna has said she got the notion for Sex in the summer of 1991, between takes on the Indiana set of A League of Their Own. Judith Regan, a vice president and senior editor at Simon & Schuster, begs to differ. She claims she flew out to L.A. for a meeting with Madonna and Freddy DeMann, her business manager, in March 1991, armed with a proposal for a similar collection of photo-erotica. Regan says Madonna “loved” the idea and shook hands on a deal but never got back in touch.

“Sleazy and stupid,” is how she describes Madonna’s behavior. “I wouldn’t have minded if she sent me a note,” says Regan, “but she showed no graciousness, no manners.”

Madonna’s publicist, Liz Rosenberg, refuses to confirm or deny the story, but this much is certain: Before League wrapped last fall, Madonna had made Sex her next project. The first person she approached was New York photographer and her longtime collaborator Steven Meisel. The book would be titled X (she changed it after Spike Lee claimed the letter for his film Malcolm X), and Meisel, a soul mate since he shot 1984’s Like a Virgin album cover, would shoot it.

“Madonna and I can keep up with each other,” says Meisel, 34. “I’m doing things to make people think too. It’s not really to antagonize or to push people’s buttons. It’s really to present another way of seeing things. We also have our sense of humor in common, so a lot of the work we do together is tongue in cheek.”

Meisel immediately began assembling the Sex team. It included art director Fabien Baron, 33, who has revamped such high-end magazines as Italian Vogue, Interview, and Harper’s Bazaar; fashion stylist Paul Cavaco, 40, a former partner in the powerful fashion public relations house Keeble Cavaco & Duka; hairstylist Garren, 39, who has coiffed the likes of Farrah Fawcett and Audrey Hepburn; and French makeup artist Francois Nars, who made over Isabella Rossellini, Jessica Lange, and Lauren Hutton. Their one common denominator: “All of them have done provocative work in their own right,” Meisel says.

Next to join was editor Glenn O’Brien, 45, creative director of the chic Manhattan store Barneys New York and a former editor of Interview and Spin magazines. During League’s breaks and over weekends, Madonna and O’Brien firmed up the concept and discussed which sexual scenarios would work best in book form. The secret to their good working relationship, says O’Brien: “I’m a good listener.”

The project was designed as almost-anything-goes, although Madonna and Warner drew the line at pedophilia, violence, and sex with religious objects. “Strangely enough,” insists stylist Cavaco, “Madonna’s a very moral person. She’s also very romantic.”

Finding models willing to embody Madonna’s explicit romantic fantasies required a massive casting search — sort of a kinky cattle call among fashion, club, and social circles. Socialites Daniel de la Falaise, nephew of Parisian fashion maven Lulu de la Falaise, and Tatiana Von Furstenberg, daughter of designer Diane, made the team. So did Julie Tolentino, colorful empresaria of Manhattan’s lesbian Clit Club. Meisel and Madonna also called on several high-profile friends to participate in Sex. Meisel contacted Isabella Rossellini and supermodel Naomi Campbell. Madonna has said she wanted Vanilla Ice to add a certain “kitsch value.” “There were black and white, long and short, even a dog,” says art director Baron. “We were looking for hip people with an edge.”

In December, Sex screen tests were held in Meisel’s studio. Nightclub go-go boys and long-haired male models paraded before the author, who presided over a mock casting couch. She asked two key questions: “Are you afraid of nudity?” and “Would you mind kissing me?” Not surprisingly, most were game. One doorman-hunk for the Manhattan club Live Bait conducted his entire interview with his fly open. Madonna’s coquettish response: “That’s a good start.”

Then came the all-important discussion of image. “She’s like a chameleon,” says makeup artist Nars. “She loves to change. She really gets into it.” Although Madonna allowed the stylists free rein on hairstyle, makeup, and erotic accessories, a showdown developed over one crucial issue: hair color. At the time, she was happily a natural brunet, but Garren desperately wanted to bleach. As he recalls, “Madonna said to me, ‘I finally got my own hair back. I don’t want to bleach it.’ I said, ‘This is your book. If you want to be a brunet, fine. But in black and white, blond magnifies better. Blond says more!”‘