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Volume 00. No.1 // The Bare-it-all issue sex . decadence . diversity. love

Volume 00 No 1 //Contents

01TERRY RICHARDSON P02-P17 Delve into the not so private world of Uncle Terry where the camera lens knows no bounds. Famous for his candid nature in person and in photography, we dig deeper into the life, the controversies and the juicy snaps of Terry Richardson.







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A Taiwan-based graphic designer, Melvin Lee is a seasoned practitioner of both Roman and Chinese forms. In this issue, he shares with us his latest experimental piece titled “Covered in Green�. It features nude contortionists depicting the forms while covered in camo cream.

From the most public to the most private little affair of her life, she is going to have the moments documented by the talented Richardson, also featured in this issue of Copy. Let us witness a documentary in the making, where everything about Gaga is laid bare.





A Victoria Secret model, this angel (yup, you guessed it ! ) bares it all. Indulge in a 4 page interview about life before and after marriage. Plus, we will showcase collections of rare photos of this angel.

Vintage movie posters are hard to come by - and worth a small fortune. Find out how Clarisa Leong, a Singapore based designer recreates sultry, sexy movie posters from an era long forgotten.


An Interview with Terry Richardson,1998 By Bruce Labruce “Most people when they meet me think I’m English and gay,” says Terry Richardson, who is neither. In fact, he’s about as American and straight as you can get — and I mean that strictly as a compliment. When I bumped into Harmony a few months ago at a glamorous index party at Barmacy, the Kid told me he had to hook me up with Terry, an alleged fan of mine, whose career as a fashion photog I had been following à la distance for quite some time. When we met, it was one of those instant friendships — add Stoli and stir. We discovered we had a lot in common: both of us have anchors tattooed on our right forearms; both were full-on punk rockers in the ‘80s; both had extremely traumatic potty training experiences ... But before I start to sound like Mailer on Marilyn (“Bruce LaBruce is virtually an anagram for Terry Richardson - except for about twelve consonants and a few vowels”), let me just say I think Terry is terrific.

// As the interview began, Terry was on his way to pick up copies of his very first book - an impressive affair produced under the auspices of the Japanese fashion house Hysteric Glamour. Terry was ecstatic, as the book had arrived just in time for his big debut - a one man show of his photographs at the Alleged Gallery. Heady with excitement, he recounted his turbulent history to me as we indulged in various stimulants (espresso and cola) and depressants (sake and Red Stripe).

Do you think you inherited fashion photographer genes from your father? I inherited all the schizophrenia, depression, anxieties, and a Napoleon complex, even though we’re both six feet tall.

But it’s also osmotic, don’t you think? It’s totally Sabbath, man. Totally Ozzie.

No, no, osmotic. I only have a tenth grade education, Bruce, so don’t throw those heavy words at me.

Like through osmosis - you were in that environment from such a young age that you acquire a feel for it through osmosis. Or maybe it’s more like photosynthesis.

// Source: { interviews/terry_richardson.shtml} // Bruce labruce is a Canadian writer, filmmaker, photographer and underground gay porn directer base in Toronto, Ontario.

When I was about eleven years old and my balls had just begun to drop I was vacationing in Haiti with my father. One night, these two eighteen year old model chicks brought me into their hotel room and one was in the shower with these big breasts and I remember having this really erotic experience with them. And that was Veruschka and Penelope Tree, I suppose. I love all those early sexual experiences. They’re so innocent.

So you had access to babes from a very young age, which is probably one reason why you got into fashion photography. So give me a historical linearity. When you were born was your father already famous as a fashion photog? Yeah, he was already quite famous, he was doing Harper’s Bazaar in America, a contract guy doing his quite radical / volume 00 no.1


pictures, and when I was one we moved to Paris because he thought he could do stronger pictures there, which I think he did. He worked for French Vogue in the ‘60s, and we lived there for four years and when I was five we moved back to New York. French was my first language.

Do you still speak French? Oui oui. Voulez-vous couchez avec moi ce soir? Peut-etre, plus tard. Hey! Before she met my dad my mom was dating Gerry Mulligan, the jazz musician, and lived in Greenwich Village and worked at a coffee shop on Greenwich Street. She was a dancer at the Copacabana, smoked a lot of tea, and then my dad walked into the Copa and fell in love with her and she left Gerry Mulligan for him. At that time my dad was very conservative, from Long Island, wearing button-down shirts, very upper middle class.

So how did he get into photography? My dad went to art school with Andy Warhol, then ended up as a window decorator like Andy. He also wanted to be a painter, but a friend of his gave him a Roloflex and told him h should ne a photography. Then he met my mom and she gave up everything for him and supported him and eventually we moved to Paris. My mom worked as his stylist, and we were all decked out in cowboy clothes which was quite a sensation.

But after you moved back to New York your parents split up? We had moved back to New York and a friend of my dad’s said, “There’s a model in town you have to meet,” and it was Anjelica Huston. Anjelica walked into his studio one day, and three months later they were living together. She was

seventeen and he was forty-three. They were together for three years, and she was sort of like my older sister.

rear-ended her. She was in a coma for a month and her equilibrium was fucked and she was in diapers, couldn’t walk.

So you were left with your mother in New York?

Wow. You were a real caregiver from a really young age.

But she was like, fuck New York, I’m moving to Woodstock, so in 1971 we moved up there.

[fake weeping] Yeah, it really fucked me up.

Why Woodstock? Because in the early ‘70s it was still counter-culture and everyone who was fed up living in the big city moved there. She would commute to New York because she was a stylist. Todd Rundgren was up there, and the Sales brothers, Soupy Sales’ kids, Tony and Hunt, who ended up playing with Iggy Pop - Tony had blue hair, and Hunt had black hair with a big white skunk streak through it - they were 1971 pre-punks.

What was it like at the time?

“One night, these two eighteen year old model chicks brought me into their hotel room and one was in the shower with these big breasts and I remember having this really erotic experience with them.”

There was this whole scene. My stepdad was Jackie Lomax, who was the first guy signed to Apple Records. I remember hanging out with all these people in the recording studios - there was Rick Danko and the Band and Bob Dylan. My mom took incredible photographs and documented that whole scene. It was nice then because everyone would be completely fucked up and drunk and on drugs at parties, all the little kids would be running around at one o’clock in the morning. I remember making out with Maria Muldaur’s daughter Jenny.

Did your father encourage you to be a photographer?

How old were you then?

I moved to New York and my father followed shortly after. We worked together for six months. We did really terrible pictures together. We were going to do a story for Vibe, but the night before the shoot I told my father I had to do it by myself or I’d never get any respect.

Six, seven ...

And you were already copulating? Just playing. You’d be in the shower or you’d pull down your pants and play choo choo train.

You’re straight, but you’ve had a lot of homosexual experimentation? In elementary school we used to have pee fights and run around and pee on each other. When I was seven I couldn’t stand girls, but your best friends are boys so you’re all mooning each other and pulling apart your butt cheeks. The early ‘70s was when it all went wrong.

Just for clarification, your mother’s maiden name was ... Norma Kessler, but my stepdad renamed her Annie because she used to wear cowboy clothes and he thought she looked like Annie Oakley so her name is Annie Lomax now. She’s a better photographer than me and my father put together. Her pictures are incredible. She photographed all through my high school punk rock years and everything and now she just sits there in this little town, handicapped, with all these incredible photographs.

She had an accident? Yeah, when I was nine. She was in a Volkswagen bug and she was going onto the freeway and a telephone truck that was doing like, seventy miles an hour

I started taking pictures when I was eighteen, and I ran into my father. I rescued him, he was homeless. But when he saw my pictures, he discouraged me so bad that I threw away my camera. I stopped taking pictures for seven years. I wish I’d never stopped, for all the moments of my life that I missed. I think it was because he wasn’t taking pictures that he didn’t accept that I was.

Phil Bikker from London called me one day and said Katherine Hamnett was looking for a new photographer, so I sent a bunch of personal pictures — people with their dicks out and all that — and three days later they called me and said I had the campaign. So I went to London and started working for the Face and iD and launched my career, then came back to America and eventually started working for Harper’s Bazaar. My father was teaching and I finally got him Social Security and he decided to start taking pictures again. That parlayed into him doing Big magazine and hooking up with Italian Vogue. Anyway, it’s all turned out quite good, and I’m really happy. He’s seventy years old and he says he still wakes up with a hard-on every morning.

A blessing or a curse? After all we’ve been through, he’s a complete pain in the ass but I love him because he’s my father. You only have one father and we’ve always had a ridiculous relationship, but I do love the man. As it stands now, we haven’t spoken in eight months and he won’t return my phone calls — bastard — so if you read this, call me back, because you could have had some really nice naked pictures taken by Bruce, and you could have taken some nice naked pictures of Bruce too.

YAH! //

What made you start taking photos again?

But you’d gotten the job on the basis that it would be the two of you together? Yeah, I was taking the pictures and he was art directing them. So he said, “You can’t do it on your own, you’re not good enough,” and I said, “Fuck you, I’ll do it on my own,” and hung up the phone. I went and did the story and it ended up in the Festival de la Mode and was shown at the Louvre and all that. And then he wouldn’t speak to me and I just took photos on my own in the East Village for two years. And now when I tell him that he wasn’t very supportive and he was very fucked up, he says that’s what made me a good photographer.

Do you believe that? Yes and no. I was strong enough and had a big enough ego that I could say, “Fuck you, I’m going to show you I can do it.” We just had a weird co-dependant relationship. Us separating was the best thing that could have happened because I went out on my own and learned how to take pictures. It became an obsession. But he shouldn’t take credit for that necessarily.

So what was your big break after the Vibe thing?


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PHOTOGRAPHS BY : Terry Richardson SOURCE : {} MODELS : 4.1 & 4.2 _ Alessandra Ambrosio 4.3 _ Miranda Kerr 4.4 & 4.5 _ Barbara Palvin 4.6_ Cris



CLICK! *FEATURED: Terry Richardson *PROFESSION: Photographer *CLIENTS: Marc Jacobs.Aldo.Supreme.Tom ford. Rolling Stone.Vanity fair.i-D. Vice.Vogue...


// A photographer of a different style, Terry Richardson brought candid, frank and instant into high fashion. His tool? An instant unfanciful camera of sorts. His subject?ANYONE. From interesting faces to models, to even President Obama. There are several repetitive themes in Richardson’s work, notably that of putting high-profile celbrities in mundane situations and photographing them using traditionally pedestrian methods. His work also explores the ideas of sexuality, with many of the pieces featured in his book Kibosh and Terrywood depicting full-frontal nudity and both simulated and unsimulated sexual acts.



Richardson was born in New York city, the son of Bob Richardson, a fashion photographer who struggled with schizoprhrenia and drug abuse. Richardson was raised in Hollywood, a neighbourhood of Los Angeles, California. where he attended Nordhoff High School. He was shy as a teenager and at some times deemed “completely lacking in social skills.” He played bass guitar in the punk rock The Invisible Government for five years. Richardson began photography in high school. //


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// Creative visionary or creative creep? Fashion photographers are an enigmatic and eccentric bunch at the best of times, but perhaps none are more polarizing than Terry Richardson. Having forged a lucrative career for himself through a distinctive raw minimalist photographic style, he’s photographed everyone from Lady Gaga toBarack Obama and worked with companies and publications as diverse as Gucci, Yves Saint Laurent, GQ, and Sports Illustrated. What then could make such a clearly gifted and much-lauded photographer the target of much scorn and industry hostility? In a word: sex. //


“I don’t like to exploit anybody. That’s not my bag. Everyone has fun on my shoots.”



// Not one to shy away for exposing his models (or himself) in the name of photographic art, Terry Richardson has earned a notably scandalous reputation for his graphic photographs of his own sexcapades and faced accusations of manipulative treatment toward the models that he features.

A powerful industry figure whose reputation is built on parts mega-success and pieces brazen sexuality, Terry Richardson is, at his core, an artist whose photographs will continue to incite reactions for as long as he’s able to keep sharing with us his racy view of the world.  Initially, many of Richardson’s subjects would be shot before a white background but he eventually expanded to other backdrops. He is also well known for posing with his subjects, often trading his trademark glasses with them so they may “pretend to be him” and vice versa. The sexual nature of Richardson’s photography has always been controversial, as has the sexualized atmosphere and activity at his photoshoots, in particular on the part of Richardson himself. //



PHOTOGRAPHS BY : Terry Richardson SOURCE : {} MODELS : 5.1 _ Sussanah and Cole 5.2 _ Charlotte Free 5.3 _ President Obama 5.4 _ Miranda Kerr

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THE ROAD TO FAME //The road to fame is never an easy one. Most of Richardson’s adolescence is filled with sex and drug addictions. The kind of kid you think would never make it in life and survive only to face a bleak future. Yet by a funny turn of events, it is precisely the same, some would say, negative life experiences that gave our wacky photographer the kind of eye that is as trained as it is uninhibited.//

“Richardson sent a portfolio of personal photos and three days later, he got the campaign.”

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//Known for his uncanny ability to cut to the raw essence of whomever appears before his lens,his vision is at once humorous, tragic, often beautiful, and always provocative. And that was what put Richardson on the road to fame. Richardson got his first big break when Phiil Bikker, a respected art director from England, caught a glimpse of Terry Richardson’s work for Vibe and commissioned him to handle photography for a campaign for Katharine Hamnett. Richardson sent a portfolio of personal photos and three days later he got the campaign. From there, the photographer put out his unique style stamp and

consistently delivered a bold vision for clients while satisfying his own need to push the sexual envelope. For the Katharine Hamnett campaign, the final photos immediately got a rise out of Englanders, as they left little to the imagination where the model’s pubic region was concerned. On a subsequent campaign for Sisley, Terry Richardson asked Josie Maran to drink milk straight from the udder of a cow. Unmoved by any controversy, Richardson pressed on with additional campaigns for Tommy Hilfiger, Anna Molinari, H&M, and A/X before Gucci asked him to photograph its Fall 2001 campaign. After working for Face and iD which launched a career in London, Richardson went back to America and eventually started working for Harper’s Bazaar. His father, who eased up on drugs and was teaching decided to start taking pictures again. That parlayed into him doing Big magazine and Italian Vogue. //


Selected Solo Exhibitions

Selected GroupExhibitions 2012


Terrywood, OHWOW, Los Angeles, CA

Contemporary Fashion Photography, Christophe Guye Gallery, Zurich, Switzerland


Mom Dad, Half Gallery, New York, NY

Rebel, Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles, CA

2011 2006


Terry Richardson: Kibosh, Galleria Marchina, Brescia, Italy

The Kate Moss Portfolio and Other Stories, Danziger Gallery, New York, NY

Terry Richardson: Kibosh, Francesco Pantaleone Arte Contemporanea, Palermo, Sicily


Art in the Streets, The Geffen Contemporary at MOCA, Los Angeles, CA

Vice Photography Show, Spencer Brownstone Gallery, New York, NY

2008 2004

Terryworld, Deitch Projects, New York, NY

every Picture tells a Story ... or at least is a Story, Laurel Gitlen - Small A Projects, New York, NY

2006 2003

Terry Richardson: Too Much, KunstWerke Berlin - KW Institute for Contemporary Art, Berlin, Germany

The Kate Show, Foam Fotografiemuseum, Amsterdam, Netherlands New York’s Own, Fuse Gallery, New York, NY American Icons, Corkin Gallery, Toronto, ON


Terry Richardson, Galerie Emmanuel Perrotin, Paris, France

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2005 From the Source, Fashion Photographs, Corkin Gallery, Toronto, ON Beautiful Losers: Contemporary Art and Street Culture, Contemporary Museum, Baltimore, MD Opening Of The Gallery Space At 76 Rue De Turenne, Galerie Emmanuel Perrotin, Paris, France

2004 Fashination, Moderna Museet, Stockholm, Sweden

2003 my people were fair and had cum in their hair... , Team Gallery, New York, NY


Chic Clicks, NRW-Forum Kultur und Wirtschaft, Dusseldorf, Germany

2002 Archeology of Elegance, Deichtorhallen Hamburg, Hamburg, Germany

2001 Maurizio Cattelan, Doug Aitken, Jack Pierson, Ed Rusha, Terry Richardson, Galerie Emmanuel Perrotin, Paris, France


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THE TERRY CONTROVERSY // Terry Richardson worked with bigwigs of the fashion industry, shooting for Tom Ford, Miu Miu, Levi’s, and Hugo Boss, while also photographing everyone from Noemie Lenoir for the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue and President Barack Obama for a 2009 issue of Purple. (And that was all on top of the usuals, Bazaar, Vogue, etc.) // ^8.1




// The success of the images he shot was matched by the strength of controversy in 2010, when New York-based model Jamie Peck wrote a scathing editorial about an early photo shoot with Richardson that turned uncomfortably sexual. Danish beauty Rie Rasmussen also joined the fray, saying that the photographer was abusing his position of power in the industry to get sexual favors from models while being too important to suffer any consequences. Though Richardson himself didn’t offer a

public response to the controversy, he did receive notable support from model Noot Seear and Marc Jacobs, who both vouched for his reputation. Warped reportage and anonymous accusations has made a mess which, to an established artist like Richardson, is of huge irrevocable damage. For a full report, feast your eyes upon the facing page //


PHOTOGRAPHS BY : Terry Richardson SOURCE : {} MODELS : 8.1 _ Maggie Gyllenhaal for miu miu 8.2 _ Mila Kunis on cover of GQ 8.3 _ Katy Perry On cover of Rolling Stones 8.4 _ Gwyneth on cover of Harper’s Bazaar 8.5 _ Stephanie Seymour on cover of Vogue

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// Richardson has been accused multiple times of sexual exploitation of young models. In March 2010 Richardson was accused by Danish model and filmmaker Rie Rasmussen, who was upset at Richardson’s use of her picture in his Terryworld book alongside shots of half-naked young girls depicted as performing sex acts. Rasmussen commented, “He takes girls who are young, manipulates them to take their clothes off and takes pictures of them they will be ashamed of. They are too afraid to say no because their agency booked them on the job and are too young to stand up for themselves.”Model Jamie Peck related, “Of all the fine folks I’ve frolicked au natural for, he’s the only one who’s left me feeling like I needed to take two showers.”

for the site, stated she received numerous anonymous accounts of the photographer’s behavior: “I have heard from a lot of models that he has worked with that all say his M.O. is the same. You suddenly get naked and then he touches you and he goes further and further. But you’re surrounded by his assistants and they are validating his actions.” In response to these allegations, Richardson said, “I just want to take a moment to say I’m really hurt by the recent and false allegations of insensitivity and misconduct. I feel fortunate to work with so many extraordinary people each and every day. I’ve always been considerate and respectful of the people I photograph and I view what I do as a real collaboration between myself and the people in front of the camera.” Model Noot Seear has defended him, claiming that he does not pressure those he works with into doing anything they are uncomfortable with,while designer Marc Jacobs, although admitting problems within the industry, has said that as a person Richardson is “not ill-spirited.”

Following the publication of these allegations, the website called on other models to come forward with their experiences with Richardson. Jenna Sauers, a model-turned-blogger

PHOTOGRAPHS BY : Terry Richardson SOURCE : {} MODELS : 9.1 _ Nettie Harris 8.2 _ Mariana 8.3 _ Candice Swanepoel

“... I’ve always been considerate and respectful of the people I photograph and I view what I do as a real collaboration between myself and the people in front of the camera.” ^9.3

On the surface, Richardson’s body of work, which aside from his more commercial assignments is explicitly sexual, does not necessarily help his case. Blurring the line between art and pornography, he is far from pursuing mainstream goals. In addition, he puts himself in the middle as many of his images show him actually having sex. To those who are less inclined to look at his overall mission of establishing a complex exhibitionist portrait of himself and his surroundings, he might simply appear as a pervert. While his critics label him mundane and mono-focused, his admirers see in him a contemporary mélange of Diane Arbus and Jeff Koons, whose dedication to portraying the everyday fringe made of porn stars, supermodels, transsexuals, hillbillies, friends, and pets to celebrities, is wholehearted. To create work that has no taboos (in particular if it comes to sex or religion) in a society that is filled with them, will always cause a stir. However, if paired with such a serious accusation as abuse, an artist like Richardson has to face something else: an unleashing of emotion and criticism long held back. If this package comes with some sloppy reportage the mess is made. Also interesting to note, is how the story has unfolded in the media. How it went from the New York Post and the Wall Street Journal online, to a large variety of


online forums and private blogs. On March 11, The New York Post cited Rasmussen verbatim: “I told him what you do is completely degrading to women. I hope you know you only [bleep] girls because you have a camera, lots of fashion contacts and get your pictures in Vogue.” On March 16, Jamie Speck, who once worked with Richardson in the past, stepped forward. On The Gloss, she ended a lengthy account of their photo session by reflecting: “As much as I’d like to think he went especially mad for my unique brand of non-emaciated sex appeal, it’s likely that he approaches all girls the same way: gauge the situation, drop some names, take out your trouser monster, and see what you can get them to do.” Since these reports emerged, the web has been abuzz, mainly with unsubstantiated anonymous postings. How much flawed reportage can twist your arm can be seen in the case of the Wall Street Journal. On March 23, Elva Ramirez in the context of an interview review involving fashion designer Marc Jacobs, falsely labeled Richardson’s statement as an outright “apology.” Only those who bothered to click the indicated link were able to identify what it actually was: a defense of his character. //

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An Interview with Terry Richardson II,2004 By Sean O’Hagan,The Observer

// I am standing in an overcrowded art gallery in downtown Manhattan, feeling slightly queasy. In front of me, taking up most of the wall, is a huge photograph of a naked girl engaged in the kind of sexual act that defies description here. Let’s just say that her hair is in a mess. There are many questions going through my head at this moment, not least why an image of this kind has ended up in an art gallery.It’s then that I notice the familiarlooking young woman standing beside me. She is wearing a dress that redefines the terms skimpy and diaphanous, and she is giggling uncontrollably. At herself.

She is the same young woman who is up there on the wall. Her companion is staring open-mouthed at the photograph, his face registering what can only be described as a mixture of shock and awe. He turns to her in disbelief. ‘You didn’t!’ he shrieks. ‘You didn’t!’ But, as several other images on the walls attest, she did. Over and over. The gallery is bedecked with similar photographs: naked and glistening young girls, their legs akimbo, backsides thrust in the air, lipsticked mouths open in anticipation. Sometimes there is just one girl, snapped from above in an act of oral devotion, or in a post-coital daze; sometimes there are two, occasionally three. Sometimes, on closer inspection, the girls turn out to be boys, or boy-girls, their petite penises dangling helplessly between their long feminine legs. The only penis that does not dangle belongs to the photographer whose name graces the show, and whose naked frame and goofy, bespectacled face features throughout. His name is Terry Richardson, and the whole show consists of self-made images of Terry thrusting, rucking, prodding, pumping and, sometimes, grinning at the camera like a nerd let loose in porno heaven. ‘Terry is one of the more charismatic figures in downtown culture,’ the gallery owner, Jeffrey Deitch, will later tell the New York Observer, and tonight’s impromptu block party certainly attests to that. One whole stretch of Wooster

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Street has been cordoned off by the NYPD, such is the crowd milling about. There is a Red Cross emergency worker stationed inside the airless and overcrowded space. Terryworld is a strange and contradictory place where art and fashion and pornography converge, and where, for the time being at least, pornography is the dominant aesthetic. ‘Do you really think it’s porn?’ Terry Richardson asks me a few days later, as we sit on the rather dilapidated patio of his first-floor studio-cum-apartment overlooking the Bowery. Terry is dressed in a black T-shirt and work pants, white socks and trainers. He is smaller than his photographs suggest, and has a less cartoonish face: short-cropped hair, receding at the temples, a handlebar moustache and big, tinted, Seventies specs that exaggerate his geekiness. His muscular arms are covered in tattoos: old-fashioned sailor-type images of busty girls, strange hieroglyphics, an elaborate inky black spider’s web that spreads around one elbow. I feel oddly guilty, because Terry is affable and open, obviously more sensitive than his more extreme work suggests, and I seem to have offended him by suggesting that the recent photographs he has taken of himself having sex with various young girls might be pornographic.

‘My rule is that I’d never ask anyone to do anything I wouldn’t do myself,’ he says, ‘that’s how it’s got to go this far. At first, I’d just want to do a few nude shots, so I’d take off my clothes, too. I’d even give the camera to the model and get her to shoot me for a while”.

‘The thing is, I don’t personally like porn,’ he says, shaking his head, and sucking on the first of several cigarettes he will get through over the next few hours, his voice sounding even deeper than usual due to all the talking he has done since the show’s opening. ‘Porn kind of bums me out because there is so much sadness and pain in that world. So little joy or even pleasure. I don’t use porn or even go to strip clubs, like a lot of my friends. The girls who now come knocking on the door of Terry Richardson’s studio to take part in what he calls his ‘spontaneous sex acts’ may be young or impressionable, exhibitionist or insecure, or all of the above, but they are all too eager and willing to perform for his camera. It’s as if all the hoary old cliches about the camera as phallus, the photographer as power-hungry sexual predator á la David Hemmings in Blow-Up, have come true with a vengeance in his work, except that he does not have to cajole or pressurise his subjects. They’re queuing up. ‘My rule is that I’d never ask anyone to do anything I wouldn’t do myself,’ he says, ‘that’s how it’s got to go this far. At first, I’d just want to do a few nude shots, so I’d take off my clothes, too. I’d even give the camera to the model and get her to shoot me for a while. It’s about creating a vibe, getting people relaxed and excited. When that happens,’ he adds, grinning his goofy, adolescent grin, ‘you can do anything.’ A cursory glance at recent back issues of style magazines such as Dazed & Confused and Pop, as well as occasional issues of high-end titles like Vogue, indicates the dominance of faux-porn imagery as the abiding style attitude. Terry is the undisputed king of porn chic. ‘He’s the ultimate manifestation of the myth of the promiscuous photographer,’ says Charlotte Cotton, a curator at the Photographer’s Gallery in London, ‘and his fashion work to date has played around with that myth and, in the process, had a real pertinence in an industry that tends to be conservative and anodyne. But photography is also about context, and you have to be careful when you move into the very different context of an art gallery. Just presenting sexual images, some would say pornographic images, in terms

of their content alone, is not enough. Nor is parading your psychosexuality. You have to find a way to be more clever than that.’ Terry Richardson, though, has no truck with cleverness for art’s sake, has no real issues with whether his work is deemed art or porn. Richardson is just doing his thing. This month, art publisher Taschen will put out Terryworld, a retrospective that shares the same name as his Deitch show, but mixes the sleazier stuff with fashion photographs, celebrity portraits and even the odd landscape. What is arresting about the book is not the hardcore sex, but the intimacy of some of the portraits: a blissfully grinning child who has just been feeding at his mother’s breast; Dennis Hopper, his face wreathed in cigarette smoke. Ironically, Richardson has a gift for tenderness that is not always evident in his pathological pursuit of the sexually shocking. In recent years, Richardson’s signature advertising campaigns for labels like Katharine Hamnett, where the models’ pubic hair was visible beneath their short skirts, and Sisley, where, memorably, the model Josie Moran squeezed milk from a cow’s udder into her mouth, established him as a photographer prepared to push the boundaries about as far as many assumed they could go. But over the past few years, Richardson’s non-fashion photography, which he considers his most important work, has gone the other way, his images becoming ever more hardcore in their depiction of Terry’s own sex life. Everyone in fashion had heard about the ‘spontaneous sexscapades’ that occurred from time to time when Terry and a model hit it off. When word got out about them, though, he found that certain girls would turn up with exactly that in mind. Soon, the shoots got wilder, and often Terry’s assistants, Seth and Keiji, had to be on hand to take the actual pictures. ‘I always say I make pictures rather than take pictures,’ explains Terry. It turns out that Alex, a blonde waif who works in his office, is a posh art student who originally assisted Terry on a Miu Miu campaign. Now, she is up there on the wall with the rest of them, captured for posterity fellating her boss from inside the office rubbish bin. I ask if it has ever crossed his mind that his ‘stuff’ might be better worked out in private? ‘Why?’ he replies, in all seriousness. ‘I mean, I’m a photographer. I record stuff. Why not record myself? I’m only doing what everybody else does behind closed doors. They take Polaroids of their girlfriends, then they hide them in a drawer, or post them on the internet with her face blacked out. That seems a whole lot less healthy to me. That’s


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about shame and fear. I just do it all, and put it all out there. That’s what’s incredibly liberating.’

“I’m only doing what everybody else does behind closed doors. They take Polaroids of their girlfriends, then they hide them in a drawer, or post them on the internet with her face blacked out. That seems a whole lot less healthy to me.” Terry always did his own thing,’ says Stephen Male, recalling those early days. ‘I remember when the contact sheets came in for the Levi’s shoot we did, every single one would feature a photograph of the model with her top off. I remember thinking, “How did he do that?” I mean, it wasn’t really what was required for the shoot. Then it became Terry’s thing. It seems almost quaint and old-fashioned now that we’d find it questionable. But that’s fashion for you. Once somebody pushes the envelope, it doesn’t take long for taboo images to become acceptable. Plus, fashion needs people like Terry; it needs to feel it has an edge all the time.’ Terry, unsurprisingly, concurs. ‘Hell, somebody’s gotta come up once in a while and say bollocks to all that mainstream, glamour stuff.’ One feels, though, that fashion photography is no longer enough for Terry Richardson, that the rush he got from recording, then displaying, his own X-rated reality show will be both a catalyst for his already hyperactive creative imagination, and a hard(core) act to follow. There are signs, too, that he may already be tiring of the sexual infamy that he has worked so hard to sustain. He has been commissioned to write and direct a feature film, Son of a Bitch, about a father who returns out of the past to derail his son’s life. It will, he insists, be entirely free of sex scenes.

casual sexual encounter on camera. His first marriage, to model Nikki Uberti, was short-lived and volatile, fuelled by copious amounts of Class A drugs. Richardson says any hopes of reconciliation were complicated by his efforts to stay off heroin, with which he had a long and fitful dependency. He has been drug-free for three years now, after a group of friends staged an intervention when they found him comatose in his apartment on Christmas Day 2001. ‘I was at the bottom, man. I’d just broken up with a girlfriend three days before, and I’d gone on a binge over Christmas. I’d done $100 worth of smack, taken a bunch of Valiums and drunk a bottle of vodka. I put on a suit and tie for Christmas, then it hit me that I was all alone. I went to sleep hoping that I wouldn’t wake up. That’s when the guys found me, and sent me off to rehab.’ These days, clean if not altogether serene, Terry Richardson’s personal life seems a lot less messy than it was before. He has just split up, though, with his model girlfriend, Susan Eldridge, but seems remarkably chilled about his current situation, despite the often tragic events that have dogged what he calls, with Disney innocence, ‘his incredible journey’. ‘I felt I had to open up my soul and let all this stuff out,’ he says, ‘and then I could move on. I guess some people are more scared of me now than they were before, because they think I’m a crazy, exhibitionist nut. But the people who know me probably just think, “Oh, that’s Terry doing his thing.” Whatever, I’m cool with it. In my head, I’ve already moved on. I might do a kids’ book next. Or just people’s faces. Or I might do my out-of-the-closet book next.’ He pauses, grinning. ‘That’s a joke, right?’ Perhaps. //

‘I love sex,’ he says, ‘and, above all, I love the first time I have sex with someone. That’s the real buzz. Often girls have said to me: “Terry, it was all downhill after the first fuck,” and that’s kind of true, I guess. Sometimes, lately, I find myself thinking I’d really love to settle down, get married, have kids, have a regular relationship.’

// Source: { film/2004/oct/17/} // Sean O’Hagan writes about photography for the Guardian and the Observer and is also a general feature writer.

Given his reputation, that may well remain wishful thinking, at least until he works through his compulsion to record his every

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Terry’s Top 10 That’s him in the left of the shot above with Channing Tatum. The 45-year-old man stuck in the ’70s with long sideburns, a handlebar mustache, tinted aviators, and though you can’t see it, a collection of odd tattoos that includes one that reads “T-Bone” on his tummy. Him again on the left in Snoop’s pimp coat as he calls it. And again below posing with his models with that trademark thumbsies up. Oh, that’s just classic... ^13.2



As I carry on, you’ll come to realise that this Starsky & Hutch thing he has going on above actually perpetuates the same way a cartoon character’s wardrobe would. You’ll begin to wonder if he owns more than a single shirt and faded jeans, but don’t digress – his work will be


rendered iconic for decades to come. There are of course questionable shoots, controversial and unorthodox as they are innovative and honest.Here’s our list of top 10 good old Terry classics.


PHOTOGRAPHS BY : Terry Richardson SOURCE : {} MODELS : 13.1 _ w Channing Tatum 13.2 _ w Waka Flocka Flame 13.3 _ w Kate Upton 13.4 _ w Lady Gaga 13.5 _ w Amber Heard 13.6 _ w Gisele



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While showcasing theJimmy Choo Killer High Heels of S/S 09, model Angela Lindvall shows just how killer these heels are. Yea, we kinda just got this one picture as proof. So SUE US!

Feast your eyes upon these titillating sexualised ads shot by Richardson for Tom Ford’s menswear. These ads grab more than just your attentiion.Sexist? Shocking?Scandalous? Well, he got away with it.

#08 INTERRACIAL TIMEPIECE EDITORIALS April 2010 Vogue Paris steams up watches with naked bodies. Wadup! Lucky Model Eniko Mihalik gets to grab body parts in this sexed up ad promoting watches. We don’t know what turns you on, the heavy bling blings or that hot dark chocolate of a body.

#07 GAY GLAM EDITORIALS Richardson went for a lesbian -chic look for the Purple Fashion magazine shoots. We know, how does he get all these people to do these things?

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Racy photos aside, Richardson pulled off this sizzling hot photo shoot for the Calibre 2008 Spring Summer ad campaign that is literally, on fire. Can you take the heat?

Not one to proclaim his love in public, but who says no to good ole’ Uncle Terry? Here’s Kanye West and Amber Rose. Talk about deep connection and intensity. Personally, we’d classify this under ‘hair- raising’.

#04 GROUP JUMP ADS The Lacoste Spring/Summer 2009 ad campaign by Terry Richardson is all about fun with friends. Ingenious for a high class brand campaign.We were just getting bored of posers. Trust Richardson to bring on the full candid into a brand like Lacoste. We don’t mean to brag, but this guy is an icon of our time.

#03 F*CK THE ENVIRONMENT Models dress in Diesel (naturally) are shot against a striking background of partially submerged skyscrapers. Diesel’s global warming ready campaign tackles the long standing issue that’s been, in the recent month, a ‘hot’ topic.


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#02 DESIGNER FASHION PINUPS The 2009 Vogue Paris calendar saw ubermodels taking on the stereotypical roles of females in the most tempting and attractive costumes known to man. If you are looking for a vintage photographer, Terry’s your man. Then again, he’s the man for every photoshoot.

The last picture Terry took of his mother

#01 TERRY’S MUM Nothing captures life quite like how Richardson captured his mum. The symbol of YOLO (you only live once), Annie (Norma) Lomax met with a tragic accident which left her handicapped for the rest of her life. The photos of her screams joys and youth

and passion for life despite the obvious set backs. From her carefree, devil may care attitude to her final diying moments, Richardson never failed to freeze them in frames. Copy magazine dedicates the facing page to the memory of Mrs Richardson. A photographer, a wife, a mother and above all, a free spirit.

PHOTOGRAPHS BY : Terry Richardson SOURCE : {}

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Anni e Lomax ( R.I.P. 1938-2012 ) Annie passed away on Tuesday, September 11 , 2012, at the age of 74. A car accident that left her half paralysed did not deter her spirit to live on life to the fullest.She will be forever remembered and celebrated for her photographs. Annie is survived by her on and only son, Terry Richardson. Copy magazine extends our deepest condolences.



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