You're welcome, Vanity Fair readership. This issue has no feature crowning some young starlet this month's honorary Marilyn Monroe (because this month, it's Marilyn Monroe). What we do get, however, is a seven-picture spread of Zach in a fire-engine-red one piece. It reminds me of the Scarlett Johansson/ Woody Allen spread in VF a few years ago, but, you know, more weird.
And my personal favorite
Vanity Fair probably shouldn't call it a Swimsuit Calendar, as swimsuit calendars are supposed to advertise the different swimsuits you can buy, or the swimsuits on many attractive females that women who are not you can buy, but I shouldn't split hairs. Oh, the hairs.
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