Three of our most popular Penthouse Models got together this holiday season for a bit of fun, which they quite nicely decided to share with us. Feliz Everybody!
Merry Christmas 2024, Penthouse
Yesterday, Lacy Lennon drove across the county in a car packed with all the Christmas 2024 décor her hatchback could hold. Today, she’s erecting a Christmas tree in the living room of Ana Foxxx’s LA mansion and finalizing the last of the vendor meetings. A firework of a woman with red curls that swing past her shoulders, Lacy Lennon reigns as a former Pet of the Year, an industry vet with an enviable amount of energy, and the creative lead for our upcoming Penthouse Christmas shoot.
I first met Lacy at a Penthouse party during AVN weekend, and I was instantly taken with her drive and creative vision. She didn’t just want to make “content” for her fans, Lacy was passionate about bringing fantasies to life on camera. Outsiders don’t often get to see the behind-the-scenes work that goes into content creation — much of that is by design–but for independent creators, this often means building DIY sets, coordinating talent, setting up light and equipment rentals, handling hair and makeup, and scores of hours spent editing.
I felt a twinge of guilt as I checked in for my upcoming flight, as a tight travel schedule meant I’d miss the most intensive setup work. My phone chirped again, this time a series of videos shot in the back of an LA showroom — Lacy in a pair of five-foot angel wings, rental agreements, and pricing options. I imagined her texting me with oversized wings still Velcroed to her back.
Christmas 2024 in LA
My flight lands at the quiet Burbank airport where I grab my rental car and set the navigation for 19-time Penthouse cover model Sam Phillips’ house, where I’ll be staying for the duration of my trip. Lacy sends me video updates of her progress, and I’m shocked by the number of half-empty Amazon boxes strewn across Ana’s marble floors. Each box will be repurposed, I’m told, wrapped and tied until its former utility becomes unrecognizable in the holiday scene.
The next morning comes early and by 6 a.m., my caffeine levels have hit critical mass. My rental car pulls onto the freeway, rolling to a halt in a familiar sea of brake lights. After leaving LA last year, being back in LA traffic felt more like a novelty than an annoyance.
I hear a small choir of friendly howls as I climb the steps of Ana’s LA mansion. As the front door swings open, I’m greeted by Ana’s radiant smile and a small white dog that spins in circles at her feet. “Ahh, that’s Marley!” Ana explains, pointing toward a bouncing Maltese. Marley leaps up and down in excitement, his paws stretched toward the sky, his excitement only growing at the sound of his name. Lacy is out on the balcony, wrapping the railing with Christmas lights. She stops her work to greet me, throwing her arms around my shoulders and squeezing me tight. I’m handed a mimosa and a stack of velvet bows — there’s still so much to do.
As our to-do list grows shorter, we decide it’s time for a break. Together, we pile into an Uber, setting course for a local Italian restaurant. I convince Ana to join me in ordering one of my favorite cocktails — an espresso martini with tequila — while Lacy opts for a gin cocktail. She offers me a sip, as a small group of waiters watch our table from afar. Our leftovers each arrive in bags inscribed with handwritten notes. We giggle like teenagers as we head outside to meet our Uber, snapping photos as we wait.
Shoots would start early tomorrow, but tonight was girls’ night.
Bringing the Magic to Life
I scrolled through my camera roll as I readied myself for our second day of shoots. Day One had been a big success. Though we’d have to wait to see the final, professional photos, the day had yielded scores of behind-the-scenes videos, selfies, and plenty of blurry shots taken while affixing my phone to its tripod stand. I couldn’t wait to see the final product. So much had gone into the lead-up to our shoots — I found myself feeling more nervous than usual. Today we would bring our holiday fantasy to life, and I wanted it to be perfect.
I’d had a last-minute idea to fashion Penthouse ornaments for today’s shoot, so I started my day on a quest for crafting supplies. I often forget how odd I must look scurrying about in the hours before a big shoot. This morning was no exception. I hurried through the aisles of a nearby Michael’s in full glam — big lashes and red lips, dressed in a formless, fuzzy black smock akin to a Snuggie (a practical choice, made to prevent impression marks that often require tedious retouching).
Later that morning, I set up my crafting station on Ana’s kitchen counter and began working on my small glittering contribution. I rushed to clear the mess I’d made when Ana reentered the room, this time in a red Honey Birdette lingerie set and matching thigh-highs. “Do you like caviar?” she asked, setting a large gold tray on the counter. It felt like a scene from a movie and I’d somehow gotten lucky enough to find a spot in the cast. I nodded in appreciation as she assembled a small plate for me.
The caviar spread was a special treat she’d ordered for our shoot, and it remains one of the most decadent and memorable things I’ve ever eaten. I could hear the click of the camera’s shutter in the other room as Lacy began her solo shots with the photographer. I savored the last of my plate before following Ana to the living room, our heels clacking on her marble floors.
As golden hour approached, we changed our lingerie and made our way to the roof, angel wings in tow. The vendor we’d rented them from had only one pair of the oversized wings in stock, so we’d all agreed to take turns shooting with them. The LA sun felt unseasonably warm, and it danced across my skin as Ana and Lacy helped Velcro the wings to my shoulders. I’d be the first to wear them, and though some small part of me worried that a gust of wind might carry me away, I pushed through. I channeled the spirit of my teenage self, who like many millennials, spent plenty of time practicing their Victoria’s Secret runway walk. In a flash, I remembered my training — this was the moment I’d been waiting for all those years.
As our Christmas 2024 shoot came to a close, Ana traded her lingerie for an oversized sweatshirt, while Lacy changed into flannel pajama pants. I opted for an oversized Showgirls sweatshirt, emblazoned with a portrait of Elizabeth Berkley — I’d rhinestoned it myself. We turned on the karaoke machine as we began to break down our Christmas set, each taking turns belting out songs from Adele and Disney movies, along my selection, the ’90s chick rock anthem “Bitch” by Meredith Brooks. At the end of the night, we all found ourselves sitting on the floor together, trading stories and sharing the last of our remaining champagne. It was just the three of us, but it was one of the best holiday parties I’ve ever attended.
Looking back on the beautiful images we captured together, I feel so grateful for the time we had together — the memories we made, the caviar, the champagne. We talked about making plans to see each other during AVN weekend, as I hugged Ana and Lacy long and hard. On my flight home, I’d scroll through my camera roll again, this time, through karaoke videos and the smiling selfies we’d taken together. I felt the rush of gratitude as I thought about my friends and the new memories we’d made. I’d been so inspired by the women I’d just spent my trip with and grateful that I’d had a chance to celebrate the holidays in community with such driven and talented performers.
Merry Christmas 2024, Penthouse! I’m so glad this shoot brought us all together to celebrate!
We would be remiss should we fail to provide Instagram links for Ana Foxxx, Lacy Lennon, and Renee Olstead of course, and one never wants to be remiss with a miss, so we have done so. … Also, just to set the record straight, retouching these models can be a lot of things, but “tedious” will never appear on that list.
A final note about the video here. As you will see (or maybe have seen), trying to explain PG standards to a group of professional nude models can be challenging. You will hear things like, “It’s just boobs,” or “You can barely see.” While entertaining, but not tremendously helpful, and being grateful for what we received in the first place, the editors took a little liberty with graphics over a bit of the video celebration here — before they, y’know, gave up. Could be the ladies had venues to please other than this little one, in fairness. As with all the Christmas 2024 gifts we receive, we will enjoy these completely while we can.
