How did this happen? Is Stephen King running GQ's features department? Did Bruce Nauman art direct this shoot?
Why isn't the sweet, mouthy Louis-Dreyfus sobbing with bone-shaking, primordial fear, her mouth formed into a perfect O-shaped rictus of horror? Why isn't her face smeared with the powdery death-mask of the harlequin's haunting visage as he mounts her in the throes of clown coitus? Why, in a subsequent photo, would she appear smiling at their jester spawn?
Maybe, as the magazine suggests, she just really has a thing for clowns. Honk-honk. (GQ)