Earlier today we got to see the stunning photograph of a very nekkid Jennifer Aniston on the cover of the new issue of GQ magazine. As a result, GQ.com updated their site with the full photoset from Jen’s (empowering?) GQ spead and her coverstory interview in full. Here are a few of photos of Jennifer (wearing a bit more clothing) as well as more portions of her GQ coverstory:
It’s a sunny afternoon in late October, and Jennifer Aniston and I are having lunch inside the bright, modern Beverly Hills home she uses as an office, talking about the 24/7 unscripted drama—call it The Jen Show—whose mobile production unit is parked right out front. Arriving for our meeting, I’d watched three paparazzi SUVs speed by, rip some Grand Theft Auto–style doughnuts in the street, and station their vehicles facing downhill, positioned for pursuit. There seem to be about a half-dozen paps outside—a slow day on the set. Last week’s episode, “The One Where Jen and John Mayer Get Back Together,” drew twenty men who trailed her constantly, jockeying for those exclusive photos of the couple that have fetched as much as $20,000. Today’s crew are just staffers, guys who stalk Aniston full-time for photo agencies like X17. “Yesterday I pulled up to one truck and rolled down my window,” she says, leaning in. “I go, ‘Let me just ask, this is every day? Every day now? Is there a way we could make this a little bit saner?’ It’s just not human to walk around with twenty cars following you—there’s no ease. Maybe they do want you to get all Mariah Carey on yourself and be put into an institution. I miss the days when they hid in the bushes.” There’s an edge to the way Aniston jokes about the public’s obsession with her life, especially when she describes the ill will she harbors for the anonymous parasites who chronicle the burgers she eats, the gas she pumps, the trash she takes out. At one point, I mention that one of the guys out front has a ladder in the back of his 4Runner. “That’s illegal!” she snaps. The ladder, if used to peep over her towering hedges, would violate California privacy law. “I hope he hits something.” She pauses, realizing how that sounds. “It’s terrible when you wish horrible things on other human beings.” Listening to Jen tear into the tabloid circus is entertaining stuff, and for a moment I marvel at just how lucky I am to be inside the iron gate, eating a delicious, Asian-influenced chicken-and-fried-cheese dish with one of the world’s most sought-after women, a woman who has barely talked to the press in two years…until, that is, I remember that I’ve come to Aniston’s office in large part to ask precisely the same sorts of questions—Is this thing with Mayer really going to last? Are you truly over the divorce? Don’t you just fucking hate Angelina?—that the scrum of photographers out front seek to answer with their cameras. Huh. I guess we could talk about Halloween or some shit. But isn’t the tabloid stuff all anyone really wants to know?
Yeah, I don’t know if agreeing to pose for photoshoots like this is going to do much to get people to NOT want to photograph her when she’s out in public but I suppose the woman has got to live her life as she sees fit. I’m always so amazed that celebrities have no problem courting fame in this manner (and really, what other reason does one pose for scantily clad photos like this if not for the attention of others) and, in the very next breath, complain that they are hounded far too much by the media. It makes NO SENSE to me. But again, that’s the game these people play. It seems like this “no means yes” mentality towards fame and fortune is diametrically opposed to the peace, quiet and privacy these celebs claim to want from the public. I mean, really. After the jump, check out one more photo of Jennifer Aniston from her racy GQ photospread — she’s back to wearing nothing but a strategically placed men’s necktie so, I think it’s worth a look …
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