One of the big things I've been doing lately is reliving a dream of my youth, namely to work in magazines. As anyone who had worked in the luxury sector for any length of time will tell you, there's nothing less luxury than a luxury brand. Same is true of magazines. It may be all about the sparkle, it may even sparkle itself, but the reality is pretty mundane. Still, the two men's lifestyle titles I am working on, one in English, one in French, are a perfect way to get the best of both worlds. This way I get to keep my independence and do a bit of glamourpuss luxe design and everyone's a winner. What I hadn't bargained for was the pictures I'd be sent. The fashion spreads for the current issues are nothing short of incendiary. I have to maintain my calm and remind office mates I'm not actually working on porn. One particular shot is actually a little near the knuckle. The publisher explained this beautiful, well-endowed model had already had a little of his bulge reduced. Did I think it needed more modesty?