Kudos go out to our crackerjack art director Suji Allen who once again has knocked it out of the park with this week’s cover for the Mercury‘s Booze Issue, titled, “Portland: A Drinking Romance.” The feature is about the best bars in Portland for picking people up, romancing them, and later cheating on ’em. You know… THE YOUZH. It’s pretty good, and you should definitely check it out.
But back to the cover! This cover and accompanying photos taken by Nicolle Clemetson and styled by Marissa Sullivan are especially amazing considering it was conceived and shot in only two days. As always we don’t like to employ much photoshop on our covers, but this one did need one bit of shoppin’. CAN YOU FIGURE OUT THE ONE PHOTOSHOPPED THING IN THIS PICTURE? Obviously we’re not talking about the Merc masthead or the words… but there is one thing that ain’t real. Can you pick it out?

Later this afternoon… let’s say around 3:30, I’ll post the original photo below the jump so you can see what was added! Put your guesses in the comments! (HINT: Boobs and that guy’s eyes are REAL. Seriously dude… stop eye-fucking me!!)
UPDATE! The answer and original un-photoshopped pic is after the jump!
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Here’s the original! See what’s missing?

(Hint: Glug, glug, glug.)

Giant horse boner got shopped out. Sad.
The older lady had her skin touched up. She’s easily 10 years older than the dude.
Wine glass and hand.
The snow in the background was photo shopped.
My guess is the snow in the background was photoshopped.
My guesses:
1) The background originally featured a large woman strangling a tiny man with a garrote in the bushes. Or, 2) The horse was wearing gloves.
That horrible beard.
The horse
The whore?
All wrong so far…
Ovidius, you’re wrong on multiple levels.
YOU TOOK ME OFF THE BACK OF THE FUCKING HORSE YOU BASTARDS – AND AFTER I TRUSTED YOU WITH MY NAKED, CLASSICAL FORM!
Fat rolls. And cellulite. On the horse.
the Mr. Ed expression on the horse’s face
Horse poop, everywhere.
M’s fingers on her left hand look weird. Something to do with that. Oh, and you gave the horse a frontgina.
I’m gonna guess the horse’s eyes bulging out at Marjorie’s cleavage.
I’m guessing the horse’s missing dick. Which seems to be posting comments from Graham’s computer.
Adele?
ISN’T THAT DUDE MARJORIE’S FIANCE?
chest hair.
Yeah, I came in to say horse cock too.
Bummer librarianjess… I guessed chest hair a little while back but it didn’t post. I figured he looked like the kind of guy who is as chest-bald as me. Then on second look, I can see the horse’s reins are the same on the front and on page 13, but the spots are removed. Either they were shopped, our you swapped horses mid-shoot.
You wish Humphrey you nerdy Pervo
Hey I know those people. Nice photo. : >
the rock or whatever?
The girl?
I’m still frightened by this beard.
Spots were removed from the horse’s posterior!
(Probably to avoid santorum jokes.)
The cape!
The original photo was taken with a centaur, but the human torso was photoshopped out and replaced with a horse head.
Still wrong guys! Stay tuned a 3:30 for the answer! (Remember, something was added… not taken away.)
P.S. to Benjo: Yup, we used two horses for the shoot—Caesar and Pro, courtesy of Robin (not the terrible comedian) Williams of The Rusty Spurr.
trees. trees. trees.
IT’S THE ROSE YOU MORANS
LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME. LAME.
Wine was the 3rd response. Apparently Steve started glug, glug, glugging early.
@FC: NOPE. BOTH THE WINE GLASS AND THE HAND WERE NOT MODIFIED; THE EMPTY SPACE WITHIN THE WINE GLASS WAS MODIFIED.
May I say, with all due respect, that Marjorie is a fucking hottie in these pictures?!
Bravo, m’lady! Sexy as fuck!
The final photo is also more saturated, and the blacks/shadows are darker.
The whole set has some forced heterosexuality photoshopped in cuz that outfit is pretty you-know-what!
High five anyone?
Anyone?
@39 I guess you could say he was just “horsing around” (david carruso voice)
here’s your high 5
I call shenanigans. Or as they should be known around these parts: lannemans.