For Candie’s new marketing campaign, the cheapo-footwear brand hired big name photographers like Mark Seliger, Annie Leibovitz, and of course, Terry Richardson, to shoot Britney Spears. Watch as he meets her for the first time and the two exchange…handshakes. It’s really magical. Maybe he just feels more comfortable amongst subjects like this?
How can anyone be mad at mainstream photographer Terry Richardson for shooting the male cast of the Jersey Shore when he’s also done the same for Kermit the frog? Or Obama for that matter. More cool guy – guido intermixing over here.
Though decorative wall calendars are pretty much obsolete, the Swiss Institute is releasing a “cutting edge” version at next week’s art world clusterf#$% in Miami. Fulfilling basic timekeeping needs, the 2010 calendar features portraits of “today’s most famous artists on their bikes,” including David Byrne, Ryan McGinley and Terry Richardson and others. Shot by photographer Lukas Wassmann, the calendar, “Artists on Their Bicycles New York,” can be bought for $45 in a limited edition of 500 or just downloaded for free.
ANIMAL contributor Foster Kamer wrote an epic 8000 words or so about an afternoon he spent paling around with hercudouche Jared Leto, he of Requiem for a Dream and My So-Called Life fame, and his rocker bandmates in 30 Seconds to Mars. Shit got real when the gang got to Cafe Gitane and spotted Terry Richardson, who’d been snubbed to do the photo shoot for the article, sitting outside and creating a bit of an awkward moment, but shit got really real when Moby walked over to the table. Read more »
Pervy photographer Terry Richardson shot a spread for the latest issue of Supreme’s in-store magazine and not surprisingly, it’s very revealing. Following his photographs of Kermit the Frog, Lou Reed and countless fanboy models for the streetwear brand, Richardson shot Rosa Acostas posing over a “Fuck Em!” carpet with little more than a few carefully branded accessories between her and the camera. |Hypebeast|
Oh my! The new issue of GQ features a great profile of Mad Men’s January Jones, accompanied by some smoldering shots of the actress who plays disillusioned housewife Betty Draper taken by Terry Richardson. In the interview Jones expresses her love for drinking, football and Chili’s skillet queso dip (Just like me!), and tells how ex-boyfriend Ashton Kutcher, ASHTON FUCKING KUTCHER, often tried to dissuade her from acting because he thought she sucked. Asshole! Read more »
For the Fall issue of Purple magazine, Sean Lennon appears in a recreation of his parents’ famous 1981 Rolling Stone cover, their last photo together by financially troubled photographer Annie Leibovitz. The new snap by Terry Richardson features Sean in his mother’s place while nude model Kemp Muhl fills in for his dead father. See the semi-NSFW homage below. Read more »
In the forthcoming issue of Vibe magazine, Eminem opens up about his drug addiction, including an overdose that nearly took his life: “My doctor told me the amount of methadone I’d taken was equivalent to shooting up four bags of heroin. Even when they told me I almost died, it didn’t click.” With his new album, aptly titled Relapse, the rehabbed emcee tells the magazine he “wanted to make an overall statement—I’m back.” Read more »
When he’s not taking photos of Kermit the Frog for streetwear brand Supreme or shooting blow jobby ads for Belvedere, pervy photographer Terry Richardson is doing commercial work on behalf of Louis Vuitton naturally. The high end brand joined forces with the shutterbug to create this provocative pin-up style calendar for the Frenchier and more risque version of Vogue. Unlike their American equivalent, the Euro edition embraces trashiness a little more openly. |BKRW|
Oh, the irony. Look, it’s a party for a new book from fake writer James Frey. It’s called Wives, Wheels, Weapons, and it’s a collaboration with photographer Terry Richardson. I guess these two “bad boys” are “friends” because they’re so transgressive. This limited edition door-stopper is a companion to Bright Shiny Morning, Frey’s new “novel” that most everybody agrees is crap. The hardback edition features images by Richard Prince, the faux artist’s faux-forefather. The book itself is a bunch of white-trash themed drivel of the sort these fauxsters typically generate. So, the irony is this book signing party takes place in the Hamptons, and neither of these assholes is any more white trash-born than that guy drinking Miller High Life at that lame party you went to last weekend. The book is $75. If you buy it, you’re an idiot.
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