Justin Bieber for "V" magazine.
Photo: Courtesy of "V" magazine
The decibel at which my ladychild heart screams for Justin Bieber is admittedly way unhealthy (and let's face it, borderline illegal) for a woman of my age. The image of Biebs set against a backdrop of fireworks and the Magic Kingdom that's strewn across my desktop, I'm sure, doesn't help my case either, and real talk, it's only a matter of time before Justin's entire V magazine cover shoot occupies every stretch of bulletin board space flanking my work area. But why should I be ashamed of that? If you've never taken a tour of the Kidrauhl archives, you're (a) missing out and (b) probably unaware of what a legitimately talented vocalist this kid is. He may have started out a precocious little tyke, but pubescent voice changes withstanding, Bieber has the potential to ride out an impressively long-lived career.
The image of Justin as teenybopper sensation has hardly worn off yet, but as Le Biebs nears adulthood (turning 18 in March), he's already beginning to exude and carry himself with a little more maturity. I mean, it takes something more than a child to break hearts shooting "Blue Steel" from behind a cutout raw-edged Dolce & Gabbana sweater. Granted, he still has an unshakable baby face, but Bieber manages to vascillate betwixt the weirdtresting spheres of Boy and Man throughout the entire Nicola Formichetti-styled/Inez and Vinoodh-shot interview spread.