Accompanying the orgy of voluptuous photography are prefatory remarks by Italo Zannier on beauty and photography, and Guido Vergani on the history of the Calendar. Zannier's piece in particular is a wonderfully pretentious and verbose piece of photography criticism, whilst Vergani attempts to argue that the Calendar was, in fact, primarily responsible for the sexual revolution of the 1960s.

As for the photography, there are of course some interesting images from the distinguished list of photographers responsible for the Calendars, including Norman Parkinson, Herb Ritts, Terence Donovan and Sarah Moon (the only woman to have overseen a Calendar, in 1972). But rather than transcending their history, these photographs are imprisoned by it. While some of the photographs from the 1960s have an interesting cinematic, snapshot feel, much of the work produced in the 1970s simply looks tacky, whilst Norman Parkinson's lush but vacuous shoots from the 1980s are a reminder that not everything that glistered at that time was necessarily gold. Ironically, the best shots come from the 1998 Calendar, which features men for the first time. Perhaps the Pirelli Calendar has finally come of age. --Jerry Brotton