They have elicited various “Wows” and “Do these guys actually go to Harvard?” comments from onlookers at the Activities Fair earlier this year. Don’t miss out!

Specs: 11.0″ x 8.50″ on glossy calendar paper, printed by Vistaprint.

Price: $12. (Similar calendars sell for $16 on Vistaprint.)

Free shipping by campus mail for Harvard students. Non-Harvard buyers will be charged a flat shipping rate of $3.

Click below to order. Follow the jump for a sneak preview and acknowledgements. You know you want to Facebook-stalk our models ;)

Sneak Preview:

Producer: Michelle Nguyen

Photographers: Kane Hsieh and Heidi Lim

Stylists: Thomas Dai and Schuyler Polk

Hair (on selected models) by Plan B Hair Salon, 99 Mt. Auburn Street

Special Thanks to Pratyusha Yalamanchi, Emily Rutter, Maria Shen and Samuel Lipoff

We’d also like to thank April Sperry, Ricardo Medina, Ingrid Pierre, Alisha Ramos, Collins Riggan, David Goode, Casey Thomson, and various random people in Adams House’s courtyard who lent us their football and reading glasses during the photo shoot.

Models (with class year, in order of appearance):

Gary Carlson, 2013

Charlie Cabot, 2013

Henry Woodward-Fisher, 2012

John Henry Hinkel, 2012

Eddie Horgan, 2014

Bret Voith, 2011

DJ Smolinsky, 2011

Alex Hugon, 2011

Rossi Walter, 2014

Michael Pena, 2013

Spencer Vegosen, 2012

Spenser Goodman, 2014

Jake Boy, 2014

Matt Brown, 2014

Rob Longcor, 2012

James O’Connor, 2013

Jeff Lee, 2011

Hugh Martin, 2012

and Cullen McAlpine, 2011.

For this series, The Voice has identified five interesting freshies that might be worthy to take note of. Let’s start with…

1. The (In)Famous Pole Dancer

Have not we all met Katalicious from our premature, over-excited Facebook correspondences? She has successfully established her Facebook persona into a sort of Harvard online “hooker” brand, shocking the more conservative peers while earning respect from even the raunchiest upperclassmen with delightful innuendos such as “High school is like a dick : long and hard. Unless you’re Asian.” Sometimes they are outright suggestive like “I cannot fucking wait for Inside Out to hit radios. That song is so orgasmic and it turns me on every time and I will grind the fuck out of any nearby person/object.” Or perhaps shorter and classier pieces like “I love your cock because it sticks up for me.”

If those saucy statements alone did not catch your attention, her barrage of half-naked pictures will. Be it performing an impressive feat in her pole-dancing classes, doing her CS50 homework, or simply hanging around the yard, there will always be cleavages, or abs or asses and legs to show. That girl who is always in bikini-like attire every single time you spot her (even when it’s 40 degree outside)? Yep, that’s her.

But not everyone has met Katherine Ji Zhou, the real, breathing, human being behind this social-network sensation. Surprisingly normal and decent (bordering to somewhat shy, even!), she greeted me in (surprise, surprise) hot pants and sports bra. Kat was all smiles and willing answers, with not a single hint of stereotypical bitchiness. Here are some Q&As :

Why do you brand yourself as Katalicious Def (GET NAKED BITCH) ?

“Oh, I have the typical Asian Tiger parents, and they banned me from using Facebook in high school, so they kept searching for Facebook names I might come up with. I created this name so they wouldn’t locate me.The “(GET NAKED BITCH)” part was more of an experiment to see if I could get swear words and all-caps through Facebook’s filters.

“I’m pretty much a nerd. Seriously. I’m really huge into computer games and Pokemon. In fact, my application essay was about Pokemon. I’m also a slacker who enjoys just staying indoor and doing my own stuff – like pole dancing, programming, and graphic designing – and that’s why I don’t join any club. I’m trying to start up a pole dancing club though, feel free to join!”

Have you always been so open about your sexuality? Our sources told us that you had been pretty reserved in high school. Is this some kind of a Facebook publicity stunt?

“Hmm not really. I’ve always been this outspoken with my close friends. I’m rather shy around new people, and being raised under strict Asian parents definitely did not give me any opportunity to express my wilder side (except on Facebook!) But with the start of college I think it’s about time for me to let it all out.”

What’s with the bikinis?

“Well I find them comfortable to wear. I’m in good shape. I feel completely confident and secure about my body image, (and is it that cold?) so why not? “

Fair enough. Lastly, aren’t you afraid of peer judgment and nay-sayers? People have been calling you names, from attention seeker to Asian whore/slut/bitch.

“Nah, I don’t care. I don’t know these people, and probably never will throughout my four years in Harvard. I’m just saying what I think, wearing what I want, cracking inappropriate jokes to amuse my friends. There’s no harm done. My friends call me whore/slut/bitch all the time just for fun.”

When: Thursday, April 14th, 9pm – Midnight

Where: Uno Chicago Bar and Grill

Who should be there: The single and fabulous. The attached and adventurous. The sexually frustrated, or just curious. So you, yes, all of you.

RSVP on the Facebook event page here.

But really, what else are you going to do on a Thursday night but check out random strangers and score potential formal dates. House formals are coming up!

Word on the street is that several members of various athletic teams have offered themselves up for auction, as well as a familiar staff writer of The Voice. All were asked to send in photos of themselves, which will be projected on a screen during the event. We should all be there for that segment.

Start your action-packed Prefrosh weekend the right way! It’s all in the name of charity, after all.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWFIhWn9ptI

The Men’s Swimming and Diving Ivy League Championship takes place next week, from Thursday to Saturday (March 3-5), at the Blodgett Pool. You know you want to be there. Or at least at the after party. Who knows which one of these Princeton parodists will be sticking around. And then you can tell everyone that you hooked up with a (very attractive) YouTube sensation. It won’t be a walk of shame, but of fame. Hey, we’re all about the silver lining here at The Voice.

We thank you for your faith in our Matchmaking power, and we look forward to serving you again soon! Here are some stories*, variously titled “The Good, The Bad, and The Unexpected,” to round up the whole experience. Two freshman girls had two extremely different experiences, and a Varsity athlete in Eliot House went on a perfect date with a girl who still isn’t quite convinced about his sexual orientation. Maybe he’s too good to be true? Read on and find out for yourself!

*Names have been retracted to protect the privacy of our clients.

The Good:

As a blind dating newbie, my roommate and I decided to be adventurous and do the Voice Matchmaker together. Confused as how these matches would be made after no questions were asked about ourselves and only what we desired in a date, I was blessed by the matchmaking gods and asked to the Adams formal this past Sunday. My roommate graciously lent me a beautiful dress and sent me on my way into the Cambridge cold.

Unable to find the entrance and knowing nothing about my match except for his name, I wandered anxiously until I got a call from my date to invite me inside. Everything about the Adams House formal, whose theme was “Harry Potter,” was beautiful. The House could easily be mistaken for Hogwarts for the night. My date, a senior Adams resident, was extremely sweet and friendly and we wove in through the trees and mystical music to get inside, be sorted, and receive our wands.

Somehow, The Voice found me a perfect date and great new friend. We mingled for the night until he was drawn back to his room to work on his thesis. I am still unsure if the Voice worked its magic, if it was a purely magical night, or if Harvard is just full of truly nice guys. Either way it worked out for me, I had a great time and I hope my date felt the same!

Read on for two extremely “interesting” stories!

The Bad:

As freshmen, my friend and I thought it would be funny to put ourselves into The Voice’s Matchmaker website so we could attend a random house formal and have fun. Sunday morning, I got an email with my date assignment, and immediately I looked him up on the Harvard Facebook. Weird… He wasn’t on it. I knew he had to be a student here, because he had an @fas email account, and yet, he seemed not to exist. A few hours later, I get an email from my mysterious date, asking me to meet up with him for coffee. I was nervous, to say the least, so I made a couple of friends come with me.

When we arrived to the coffee shop, my friends pretended not to know me and watched anxiously from across the shop as my formal date walked in. He was definitely in his 20s, and seemed a bit bizarre. But I wasn’t going to judge the book by its cover and just leave; he could’ve been a nice guy. I quickly realized that was not the case. First, the mystery of his non-existence on the Harvard Facebook was solved: he was an Extension School student. Second, he didn’t seem to have a major, which seemed odd for a supposed junior in college. Lastly, he was rather creepy; my first impression had been spot on. After we got our coffee, there were no seats left inside, but I refused to leave and suggested that we stand, refusing to go anywhere else with him. Five minutes into the coffee “date,” my roommate saved me. After texting her multiple “help” messages, she called me, insisting on the phone that I get home right away because she needed me desperately. I put all my elementary school acting to good work, apologized, and ran out of there as quickly as I could.

Needless to say, I learned that even at Harvard, finding dates online, even as a joke, can potentially be a pretty bad idea.

The Unexpected:

I received an email from “The Voice” informing me of a match for a House formal on Monday, and I knew it was a prank played on me by my mischievous blockmates. My first instinct was to hit reply and politely opt my way out of this. “Online matchmaking” just has a rather negative ring to it, and I wasn’t going to put myself on the line for a potentially creepy/desperate/insert derogatory adjectives here guy.

On second thought, I changed my mind. It was an idle Monday, my mysterious “date” already has an extra ticket, and what did I have to lose, really? A couple of hours more spent agonizing over this English paper? No. I thought this might be worth a shot. Suspicious as I always am, I shot “The Voice” an email begging for more information. I got a reply within minutes assuring me that this guy was a Varsity athlete, tall, and has “a great personality.”

Half an hour later (after having meticulously screened me on Facebook, I’m sure), the date (let’s call him “John”) emailed me, asking if I wanted to get dinner. I was intrigued. Could it be that my abysmal dating life at Harvard was about to change?

We met at a Japanese restaurant, and surprisingly enough, dinner went well. There was the initial awkwardness perfunctory in blind dates, but John was a great conversationalist. He was refreshingly frank and captivating. He knew a little too much about fashion/girly gossip in general, which prompted me to ask, rather facetiously, if he was gay. He assured me that he wasn’t. I felt like I just dodged a bullet. I asked why a guy like him, who clearly seems like he can get a lot of girls by himself, needed a “matchmaking service.” He laughed and said he’s “actually pretty shy,” which I didn’t buy. He finally said he thought it’d be a fun way to meet new people, and he knew the girl who was directing the whole thing, so it’s not like he was going to get matched with “someone crazy.” (I’m glad I passed this one test?)

After dinner, we went back to our respective houses and got ready for formal. Since it was an unexpected affair, I had to enlist my roommate (who, in fact, did enter me into the matchmaking thing out of boredom) to help me get ready. He showed up at my door forty minutes later, clearly surprised by my “transformation.” He even commended my roommate for her “fantastic work,” which earned him some brownie points, but further perpetuate my concern regarding his sexuality.

Whatever, I put all my worries and inhibitions behind and really let myself have fun with this random stranger. In many ways, it was the perfect date. I’m glad that I put myself out there and did something spontaneous for a change. Where is this going to go? I don’t know, but at the very least I had fun. So thanks, The Voice!

From “John”: She’s really great! My only thing was that she seemed overly concerned about her hair. She was constantly afraid that it was messed up, but I really didn’t care! As for the future, I don’t know. We’ll see. My heart is still open!

Oh hayyyy

You may think that The Voice has a thing for Emma Watson, but damn. Her brother is way hotter! Emma’s 17-year-old brother Alex debuted as a model alongside her for the Burberry Spring/Summer ad campaign.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=3QNKt7JKGIU