Briefly, it's a high-art nudie calendar put out by the Pirelli tire company as a corporate gift. They've been doing it since the mid-60's and it's considered a high-brow version of all the babe calendars out there. Rich sophisticates spew their jism at the creativity and eroticism of this calendar. I've seen some examples from previous years, and it basically looks like that Chris Isaak video with that model where they roll around the beach in black and white.
This year, Terry Richardson is the photographer.
Is there anything hip left of the year 2000 that stockbrokers and people who send their kids to private school don't know about? LCD Soundsystem, American Apparel, riding bikes, Holgas, PBR - is nothing sacred? Or at least exclusive? What, so now, when I'm telling this girl at a party that I would really like to photograph her using a Terry Richardson aesthetic juxtaposed with Cartier-Bresson's eye, she's gonna already know that I want to get naked with her in the street while carrying cameras and taking pictures of each other?
Fuck.
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