Dewy flesh, ripe lips, perky nipples. Long before today's lens-toting purveyors of haute raunch explored every mound, pit and wart of the female anatomy, there was Harri Peccinotti. But more than just early-day tasteful T&A, the London-born photographer and art director's work remains relevant for capturing the tumultuous Zeitgeist of its time. The mid-to-late Sixties were, after all, the years of Beatlemania, the Black Panthers, student revolts, Let the Sunshine In and Brezhnev. So while he worked for every important fashion magazine, his images are not just about pretty clothes, but strum rich racial, political and sexual chords along the way. All this is evident in "H.P.", a luscious Peccinotti monograph just out from Damiani. The range of work alone is impressive: album covers, book jackets and of course the two infamous Pirelli Calendars he shot, one of which includes an indelible image best described as a pubic sunflower. But the real eye-openers are the pages devoted to the highly influential publication he founded in 1965—Nova, a different kind of woman's magazine, one that spoke to a woman's intellect and not just her baking skills. Beyond smart content, Nova's newness extended to the way its pages looked, with innovative typography and fresh layouts that have been oft-copied but rarely achieved. Now in his 70s, the master is still around to show today's mags how it's done, continuing to work for the likes of French Vogue. —Suleman Anaya