For more than six decades, his kind of woman, she’s all you’ve ever wanted to be: we salute photographer and icon Harri Peccinotti, master of the Pirelli calendar and so much more. “I suppose I think everybody should be scrubbed like a nun.” Harri Peccinotti isn’t exactly known for pointing his lens at nunnish types. A Peccinotti girl is more likely to be found in a happy state of undress, sunkissed and smiling, sucking on a Popsicle, melting on the sand. She’s the kind of girl you remember as a teenager, from those early summers on the beach. The one you see emerging from the sea, tiny bikini tugged down just a little revealing the slimmest slice of a tan line, all curves and bounce, strings of long blonde hair stuck to bronzed cheeks. She’s the kind of girl you hoped you’d be like in a few years time – that unvarnished, innately sensual beauty who just didn’t have to try and didn’t seem to care.