Holding on to that title (especially when his hands are usually so famously and publically occupied brandishing his ..er…dick) ahead of such energetic competition as David Bailey, Mario Testino et al, is surely a testament to Wicked Unkle Terry’s supreme and cheery doos-bagginess. (Copyright @Gussilber.)
And his fame, power and invincibilty, it seems, just grows and grows.
Like testicular cancer.
Except not so silently.
Not for him censure or consequence, as a result of his well-documented abusive and sexual behaviour around the under-age and vulnerable models who file through his studio.
This story did the rounds earlier this year, as did a few others, but they fell largely on deaf ears wrt fashion’s elite: “Jamie Peck recounted her experiences modeling for Richardson at 19, six years ago: “Of all the fine folks I’ve frolicked au naturel for, he’s the only one who’s left me feeling like I needed to take two showers.” The photographer asked Peck to call him “Uncle Terry,” and unexpectedly took off his clothes during her nude shoot before propositioning her for a handjob. “This is where I zoom out on the situation,” Peck writes. “I can remember doing this stuff, but even at the time, it was sort of like watching someone else do it, someone who couldn’t possibly be me because I would never touch a creepy photographer’s penis.” After she did the deed, Terry’s assistant handed her a towel.” (Via Fashionolgie)
You would imagine that there would be some come-back, from the many tales like this which circulate, from time to time, wouldn’t you?
In fact, it is quite the opposite: He is feted and celebrated.
He has been honoured in the fashion world, in the most flattering way, it knows …by imitation and by admiration.
Everyone, it seems, wants to be at Terry Richardson’s party.
I’ve covered this before, but an update, I think, won’t hurt.
Here, some of the images he has posted on his blog Terry Richardson’s Diary. Relax – not the graphic and celebratory one’s of his gentalia (those he has, it seems removed) – but his social pics.
A shameful catalogue of sucking up and sycophancy – and more tellingly, a veritable who’s who of Fashion 2010 and beyond.
Sleazy Unkle Tel, thumbs up, gurning and grinning. With the great, the good, the stupid, the vain, the self-interested, the sycophants, the hangers-on, the under-age, the too stupid to know better …all the usual suspects.
All doing what they do best …
You’d think, wouldn’t you, that the women, or even good men with power, in an industry crammed with so many vulnerable young women, would use what power they had, to just ignore the dirty old bollocks?
…would they, hell?
“Fashionable” trumps “decent.”
In case we didn’t know.