Janet appears in the upcoming W Magazine in a stunning Michael Thompson photo shoot. Here is a large excerpt from the article by Jenny Comita as well as photos from the magazine. Subscribe now to W Magazine to ensure you get Janet’s issue delivered straight to your door which includes the full article and more photos.
Janet Jackson arrives at New York’s Rosa Mexicano restaurant in a pair of low-rise jeans, a cocked newsboy cap and a clingy cotton top with the words I ♥ MY PEOPLE printed across her now infamous breasts. The T-shirt doesn’t lie. For her lunchtime interview in a private upstairs room, Jackson’s beloved people—in the showbiz sense of “have your people call my people”—surround her. A publicist is within spitting distance, listening to every word. Security guards and a man whose laptop is loaded with songs from her soon-to-be-released album enjoy their guacamole nearby. An hour prior to the meeting, it’s made clear that J.D., as her friends call her, won’t talk about certain things: her beleaguered brother Michael, her ex-husband René Elizondo and anything related to the exposure of her bejeweled nipple at Super Bowl XXXVIII. (That last one is a legal matter, her publicist points out: Two and a half years later, the court battle between CBS and the FCC over fines for the incident continues to rage.)
Such stipulations are hardly a shock. Decades of nearly back-to-back scandal have turned the Jacksons into a tight-lipped crew. And while Janet hasn’t gone to the wacko lengths that her most famous brother has—shrouding children in blankets and hiding out in Bahrain—this is a woman who kept her last marriage (to the now unmentionable Elizondo) secret for eight years. Still, there are certain seemingly personal subjects that Jackson is more than happy to blather on about. Get her started on the topic of her love match with Jermaine Dupri, for example, and she’ll spew forth with a self-help-speak-peppered gush worthy of an eHarmony commercial.
“The one thing I’ve wanted—even more so than music and acting—is love,” she says breathily, extralong false lashes fluttering around her big Bambi eyes. “And I just thought it wasn’t going to happen for me. You know, some girls just go through life, and they can’t get it right—never marrying, never having kids. And I thought that was me. I had honestly accepted it, talked to God about it and thought that was going to be my life.” It had gotten to the point that many of her male friends were offering themselves up as sperm donors, should she want to go the single-mother route. “I thought, How sweet of them,” she says. “I had a lot of options.”
But as these things tend to go, says Jackson, as soon as she made peace with her lack of a soulmate, Prince Charming arrived in the form of Dupri, a seven-years-younger music producer who is now president of urban music at Virgin Records. The couple, who were just friends for years before dating, first met in 1991, when Dupri came backstage at a Rhythm Nation show. They took things to the next level in 2000, while vacationing together on the posh Caribbean island of Mustique. “I knew for sure when he told me some of his deepest secrets—not just one thing, a few things,” she says. “And my jaw dropped because they were the exact same secrets that I had, and I’d only spoken about them with God!” (Curiously, despite her many mentions of a higher power, Jackson, who was raised a Jehovah’s Witness, maintains that she’s “not a religious person. Organized religion is just not for me, at least not right now in my life.”)