Shot straight down through a fisheye lens, a young woman sits at the lip of a jacuzzi, her face tilted up into a warp of light and shadow, a black bikini strap tracing her collarbone. Water still beads on her skin. Beside her, easily missed, sit a cocktail glass and a pair of pale bare feet that do not belong to her.

The woman is Lisa Hughes, and on the night the shutter clicked she had no idea who the band renting the condo were. She was a local out for a good time, sipping a drink called a Silk Panties, when a photographer pointed his camera over her head and took two quick frames before walking away.

Neither of them knew those two frames would front Deftones' second album. The result is unlike almost anything else that faced out from a 1990s metal rack: warm, close, uneasy, more bedroom than mosh pit. How that spontaneous snapshot came to be chosen, what the lens does to the eye, and why it outlived the songs it wrapped is the rest of the story.