That zany Annie Leibovitz, with her use of colour contrast and situational juxtaposition, rarely fails to provoke Bedheaded giggles with her notoriously controversial photographs. Celebrities will pretty much do anything that Annie tells them to do, and she’s brilliant enough to gather the pictorial evidence. Can you imagine what sorts of pictures she has lying about at home? You know, just some candid shots of George Clooney in a giant teacup, Julia Roberts wearing a Borat swimsuit, or David Beckham flouncing about in a Veronica Lake wig, but that’s a discussion for another time.

Now, we don’t know about you, but we’re thinking that the above image perfectly embodies the essence of Daniel Radcliffe’s angry ass. Such is the continuing metamorphosis of the young actor:

As Alan Strang, in Equus, Radcliffe gets to live inside a very different sort of mind—tortured and floridly psychotic. Socially awkward, slow at school, and torn by sexual confusion and Christian guilt, Alan escapes into an elaborate, self-created religion based on the ritual worship of horses. A stable boy by day, by night he strips naked and finds ecstatic release astride a stallion he has dubbed Equus, “the Godslave, Faithful and True.” On a collision course between personal desire and the wrath of a jealous deity, he gallops toward his terrible apotheosis. “I think that everyone has got more in common with Alan than they would like to admit,” Radcliffe says. “I’ve never put out a bunch of horses’ eyes, of course, but you turn to your own emotions—the sadness, the anger, the loneliness—and just explode them.”

Yeah, whatever, theater dork. Radcliffe is so eager to drop the Harry Potter rep that he continues to figuratively and literally drop his own drawers to packed houses. Of course, all of this dude-on-horse weirdness is intellectualized as a “clash between Apollonian reason and Dionysian ecstasy,” but, all we really need to know is that he flashes his ass and characterizes it as “art.”

Not that we’re complaining, mind you.

Source: Vogue