From her childhood in Barbados to the Fenty launch, the 500-page autobiography showcases the singer’s life in over 1,000 photographs.
Rihanna’s first “visual autobiography” published by Phaidon was released on October 24th this year. It contains never-before-seen footage of her rise to worldwide success as a musician, designer, and entrepreneur.
The large-format edition of Rihanna weighs a whopping 15 pounds and measures 12 5.8 x 16 1/2 inches, and comes in a black carrying case.
“I am so excited to share this collection of incredible images. I’m very grateful to the talented photographers and artists who contributed. We’ve been working on the book for over five years and I’m really happy to be able to finally share it with everybody,” the Barbadian singer shared her excitement in a statement.
Apart from the standard hardcover $150 edition, Rihanna and the Haas Brothers have also been working on three limited ones. The Fenty x Phaidon edition This Sh- is Heavy was released on October 10th for $175, and the $5,500 Luxury Supreme edition on November 20th.
The Ultra Luxury Supreme autographed edition titled Stoner (sold with a custom-sculpted 2,000-pound marble pedestal) is already sold out. It was auctioned off at Rihanna’s Diamond Ball this year, won by rapper Cardi B for $111,000, making her one of the 10 people in the world to own it.
While the standard edition has not yet been released, the YouTube preview reveals the stunning collection of images and the slick design of the book. Along iconic fashion moments (such as the show-stopping Met Gala ochre yellow dress), there are also many more private and personal photographs that show a much different side of RiRi, making it a perfect gift for her devoted fans.
The book is a rollicking and sumptuous autobiography, told largely with intimate images.
Fascinated by how books influence culture and society, and especially keen on fiction. Still not fully convinced to ebooks, Kasia reads on a Kindle from time to time. But, whenever possible, she'll always pick print.
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Coriolanus released the fistful of cabbage into the pot of boiling water and swore that one day it would never pass his lips again. But this was not that day. He needed to eat a large bowl of the anemic stuff, and drink every drop of broth, to prevent his stomach from growling during the reaping ceremony. It was one of a long list of precautions he took to mask the fact that his family, despite residing in the penthouse of the Capitol’s most opulent apartment building, was as poor as district scum. That at eighteen, the heir to the once-great house of Snow had nothing to live on but his wits.
His shirt for the reaping was worrying him. He had an acceptable pair of dark dress pants bought on the black market last year, but the shirt was what people looked at. Fortunately, the Academy provided the uniforms it required for daily use. For today’s ceremony, however, students were instructed to be dressed fashionably but with the solemnity the occasion dictated. Tigris had said to trust her, and he did. Only his cousin’s cleverness with a needle had saved him so far. Still, he couldn’t expect miracles.
The shirt they’d dug from the back of the wardrobe—his father’s, from better days—was stained and yellowed with age, half the buttons missing, a cigarette burn on one cuff. Too damaged to sell in even the worst of times, and this was to be his reaping shirt? This morning he had gone to her room at daybreak, only to find both his cousin and the shirt missing. Not a good sign. Had Tigris given up on the old thing and braved the black market in some last-ditch effort to find him proper clothing? And what on earth would she possess worth trading for it? Only one thing—herself—and the house of Snow had not yet fallen that far. Or was it falling now as he salted the cabbage?