“Do you think we can get away with it?” I ask our creative director Mallory Roynon in a conspiratorial whisper. “It’s worth a shot…?” her conspiratorial response.
She’s referring to a literal shot, the photo some of you have hidden in your issue (page 76 if you’ve got one of our special copies; inset below if not) as a centerfold. In it, our cover star perches behind the wheel of a very hot car in a very hot Alexandre Vauthier minidress and 4-inch heeled boots. It’s Lindsay Dee Lohan, and she has fucking arrived.
The reason I ask if we can get away with this picture is that it requires taking Lindsay outside, onto the street, in full view of passersby. It’s the kind of thing we try to avoid…
