I can say that, being one myself – an artist, not a pervert. New York Magazine art critic Jerry Saltz got a wild hair on Facebook the other day and started posting these sexy sixties (and seventies?) book covers, which paint artists as lewd sex fiends, with shady motives. Well, I can’t really argue with any of that, so I thought I’d share, since the cat’s out of the bag. I guess being an artist DOES have its perks, even without selling a single painting.