Welcome to the nadir of human civilization.
The cover lets you know what you’re in for: brown times to come, folks. The outfit itself – a housecoat crossed with a dress – is a fairly mild example of what’s inside these battered covers, but it’s still ugly. The lighting does a nice job of concealing the model’s lack of shoulders, no? That’s a hanger holding the dress up, I think; her head is so oversized it’s possible she’s not alive at all, but a robot head borrowed from Westworld and stuck on a dressmaker’s dummy. The scarf looks like a piece of striated muscle tissue flayed from a beast of burden.
There’s love in the time of cholera, and there’s chic in the time of Kojak. Click on, if you have the belly for it.