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Step into Vesper's holiday mischief - the bows, the lace, the wink. Unwrap the look, one detail at a time.

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We open the new year with Zora Blaze, our red-haired beauty gracing the cover of the January issue.

Issue 883 sets the tone with a playful look and a gaze that doesn't ask for attention - it claims it. A cover made to warm up the cold start of the year, to romanticize the upcoming season, and to remind us why some faces stay with us longer than others.

As 2026 unfolds, Plumboy will also look back. Expect faces from earlier chapters, beloved cover models, and glimpses into past issues as we begin to share more of the story behind the magazine - the moments, the muses, and the legacy that shaped it.

Some things are new. Others were simply waiting to return.

And with that, we wish you a Happy New Year. Whether you play it safe or take the risk, question your aspirations or keep the same save file for a little longer:

April steps in like someone who knows they're being watched - a little playful, a little too close, a hint of promise lingering in the air. The days grow longer, and so do the glances, and somewhere between the first dust of blossoms and sunlight that feels just a touch too warm, there's that quiet maybe.

Start the new year on a slightly cheeky note with Alba posing for the Plumboy Calendar 2026.

This calendar series is part of my ongoing Plumboy project - a playful homage to classic pin-up calendars, reimagined through the Sims. Each month introduces a new model, each one a little bolder, a little more revealing than the last.

For a bit of fun (and because it felt right), I created two versions of each calendar page - one in English and one in Simlish.

A boy from Windenburg. No grand street, no remarkable house. Just cobblestone, voices drifting from open windows, and people you knew by name. Barnaby grew up in a neighborhood that did not have much but was rarely empty. Time was shared there - sometimes bread, sometimes nothing more than a glance over the garden fence.

His world was small but dense. Faces lingered. Gestures, too. Perhaps that was what made him attentive so early on - this quiet way of observing, without knowing why.

On Christmas Eve, the living room felt warm. Not from abundance, but from closeness. A small decorated branch, a radio playing softly in the background, his parents' voices quieter than usual. Arthur and Eleanor sat beside one another, as they always did.