C’mon guys! How many times have we grumbled that a photo cover is just a few domestic items out of focus or some off-the-shelf toys shot against a badly made background? This one had some actual effort put into it. They hired similar-looking models, surgically removed their fingernails, built a glass fibre suit that could never be re-used, built kooky hats (or one hat, it’s hard to tell) and shot them against a backdrop the exact colour of Sheckley’s mood when he saw this cover.
Looks like they might be wearing flesh-tone bodysuits underneath the daft armour-fetishwear-whatever. I could be wrong, though. Although, the question must be asked: how much did the model(s) get paid for agreeing to wear that outfit? It probably was not cheap.
Model on the left is shooting one mean cockeyed death glare at the director of photography. Looks like somebody is wishing they’d completed that degree rather than falling for the seductive lure of the niche market for pseudo-conjoined science fiction cover models
The artist misses the point of the story, where the protagonist is cursed to have unlimited wishes, but whatever he wishes for, his worst enemy gets twice as much. A conundrum he solves by wishing for a companion who is just as much as a man could ever wish for and cope with. His enemy gets two……….