Oh, Grandpa Karl. Our crazy, beloved Grandpa Karl.

May we perch on your Dior Homme-clad knee for a moment? It's just that we'd like to discuss the direction in which you've taken 2011's 'it's-not-porn-it's-art-dammit-annual' - otherwise known as the Pirelli Calendar. A direction which we might euphemistically refer to as 'south', or simply by using a saucy eyebrow wiggle, or which we might more realistically call 'towards the inclusion of a certain male model's gilt-clad nether regions'.

Don't look coy, Karl. We all know how you feel about Baptiste Giabiconi's admittedly Adonis-like physique (although it's interesting to note exactly which parts of it you've chosen to honour with the equivalent of their own little laurel wreath, as though his wanger were a decadent Caesar), but frankly, we're all used to associating this calendar with 12 pairs of double C's, if you know what we mean (nudge nudge, wank wank), and they ain't the kind which appear on the buttons of a Chanel boucle suit. Still, we suppose it's a step towards gender equality, and we have to say, the Mythology themed photographs really are exquisite. Daria Werbowy as Artemis, for instance, makes us want to cover up our winter wobble with another Fair Isle sweater and throw ourselves out of the office window simultaneously.

Next time, though, Lager-bro - can we get a scantily-clad man who doesn't look like Ancient Greek Olympics Ken? Ta.

Posted on December 02, 2010 at 4:53:25 by Philippa Snow