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You sure that thing can make it through an x-ray? When we last caught up with downtown photographer Terry Richardson, he was shooting a portrait of Eliot Spitzer. Richardson’s basically art-world royalty, if only because celebrities covet having their photo taken by him so much. For a reason! They’re mostly wonderful photographs. Either way, many are racy, and Richardson’s now to the point where a racy story involving his penis was bound to emerge. Like this one. Essentially:
Yielded by a post praising the virtues of Terry Richardson on new ladysite The Gloss, writer and former SuicideGirls model Jamie Peck wrote up a counterpoint story involving her experiences with Richardson. To sum it up:
Surely, there’re two sides to every story, and of course, don’t let me ruin the joy of Ms. Peck’s context for you, but suffice to say that the world of young girls (or boys) barely of-age hanging out with older artists in New York is probably no different now than whenever this story occurred. The bright-eyed lying figuratively (or literally) prostrate in front of famous people almost always yields the same results, the lesson of which is somewhere between “never meet your heroes,” and, in this instance: “Dudes do photography to get chicks naked” and “artists use eccentricity as an excuse for everything” or “the humiliating shit you put up with as a Young Person Trying To Make It better yield, at the very least, a good story, especially one you get paid for, otherwise it really was a worthless experience,” or something. I mean, are you surprised? I’m not. More than anything, though, I’m now gravely concerned for Kermit. Now is your time to speak out.
[Photo via Terry’s Diary]