Say you’re a 17-year-old swimsuit issue enthusiast, and you’ve just begun September on your 1990 desk calendar (or, as it happens, “diary”). You flip over to the week of September 2, and there’s the lovely Rachel Hunter, dressed not in a bikini but in shorts and a cutoff top.
“Well,” you think, “they’ve provided me with eight months of bodies to ogle, they’ve earned a tamer, behind-the-scenes photo.”
Then a week later you flip again, to the week of September 9, and you see another fully dressed girl, this time Estelle Lefebure.
And that’s how the swimsuit desk calendar became a fully clothed desk calendar for half a month.
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