Comparing combined-month issues of Bazaar, I'd be happier looking at this for two months than Emma Corrin's armpit.
Nothing against armpits, we've all got them, but it's hard to make them glamorous or intellectual or aspirational. Perhaps, at a push, you could be creative with them.
Whereas this has the vibe of being off your head, on the longest day of the year, somewhere sunlit and secluded, where no-one's going to interrupt or intrude on your reverie.