![]() ![]() ![]() Richardson’s own fame is due partly to his habit of including himself in shots of celebrities (his friends like to say he invented the selfie) and partly to his formal consistency: Most people who get photographed alongside Richardson adopt some aspect of his signature look, such as his glasses or thumbs-up gesture. He excels at something increasingly rare in fashion photography: what the designer Tom Ford calls “capturing a very real moment.” His portraits have an unmistakable style-shot head-on with a bright flash against a white wall-and an illusion of spontaneity. He works for luxury brands Valentino and YSL, and mass-market brands Target and H&M, at a reported day rate of $160,000. In the last few years, he and Lady Gaga collaborated on a book ( Lady Gaga x Terry Richardson), and he made videos for Beyoncé (“ XO”) and Miley Cyrus (“ Wrecking Ball,” viewed more than 665 million times). But Richardson occupies a singular, controversial position in photography.īest known for his fashion and celebrity work, much of it with an erotic bent, he regularly shoots covers for Harper’s Bazaar and GQ and has photographed virtually every major contemporary figure in film and music, not to mention Barack Obama. All that was missing was the toothy smile and thumbs-up gesture present in most pictures of him.įour days earlier, an English model named Emma Appleton had tweeted a screenshot of what appeared to be a Facebook message from Richardson: “if I can fuck you i will book you in ny for a.shoot for Vogue.” The message was clearly an impersonation (Richardson does not have a personal Facebook account, and he hadn’t worked for American Vogue in four years), and another photographer might have ignored the incident. The day was cool, so he’d added a hoodie. He was sitting on a couch near the windows, wearing the get-up that has made him the most physically recognizable photographer working today: widow’s peak, friendly muttonchops, oversize black plastic glasses, Converse sneakers, jeans, untucked plaid shirt, necklace with a cross, Star of David, and Narcotics Anonymous medallion. ![]() People can just do whatever they want, say whatever they want, be totally anonymous. “It’s insane, the internet,” Richardson was saying. Pandora was tuned to Elvis Presley Radio. Four employees sat working quietly on Macs. Wood floor, tin ceiling, brick walls interrupted by white swaths of Sheetrock. Terry Richardson, displaced from his old photography studio on the Bowery by a high-end fitness chain, was at his new space, an unadorned floor-through loft down the street. ![]()
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