They must’ve missed that super convincing photo where two skinny bitches are arm-wrestling on a table covered in pastry. Personally I don’t see what the problem is when you compare this series to their past ads, that show  frozen half-naked motorcycle riders and dudes using women as push-up bases.

Well, womp womp, kiddies. After all those promises of lucrative pop star Lady Gaga “like, peeing in a cup” while aging prince flash-sleaze Terry Richardson cheers “Wow, baby, wow!” here tis: A big photobook, LADY GAGA X TERRY RICHARDSON, with some snagged preview pics above. Apparently, Terry was her personal paparazzi, following her around to make these 450 photos (Ey, who’s buying this? Do we have confirmed kinky shit?), but so far, nothing is more revealing than her introduction… Ahem:

“There is no moment too strange, no angle unflattering, no circumstance relying on blind artifice, and never a time that I feel embarrassed or unsafe. Awakened in me is a perverse liberation, inspiring me to feel that is okay to view yourself as hyper-human. This is how Terry views me. I am so real, he says, that I am unreal.”

Nah, this is not the venue to rehash Richardson’s rep and how it allegedly befouls Gaga, whatever. I like her Nobuyoshi Araki nude polaroids much better and he’s a perv too but HAHAHA. Did you see that? She actually says “no moment too strange, no angle unflattering, blah blah blah.” Read that slower. Instead of meaning “no angle too unflattering” (which, perhaps, she meant to mean) it comes out as “there are no unflattering angles.” That’s some truthiness, ain’t it?

So, look forward to flattering peeing pics.

What more can really be said about this video except that it shows famed photographer and narcissist, Terry Richardson, kissing a slightly dolled up version of himself played by Chloe Sevigny. Is it a little disturbing? Yes. But it could be worse.

Here’s another pop culture show from Gallery 1988 – a Garbage Pail Kid revival extravaganza! Why not celebrate an empire kindled by the Maus guy, built upon bad taste and puns! Come for tons of icky shticky artist re-imaginings of exaggerated fancies and nightmares, like Buff Monster’s Basking Robin and Casey Weldon’s Peeping Tom, featuring Terry Creepardson himself, monstrously riddled with extra eyes — the better to ogle you with my dear. Gehhh. “Garbage Pail Kids,” Group Show, Sep 2 – Oct 1, Gallery 1988:Melrose, Los Angeles

This by far has to be one of the most titillating scandals to ever befall Richardson or Gaga. Can’t wait too see how they pull themselves out of this one. See the potentially offensive act of markety affection around the :48 mark.

Here’s an amusing Terry Richardson video of porn star Lupe Fuentes wearing nothing but boots, her trademark little-girl-voice and two dogs for breast coverage – “bitch” Lolita and “whore” Pandita.

There’s also a sweet one of his mom. Aw…. Now back to dick waving and doing this (NSFW for pedo-ism).

Jezebel rehashes

Peck was 19 at the time and dumbfounded by the photographer’s mad glee and assistants’ cheering, hence the hand job, she claims. But consider all the well-publicised red flags, the horror/whore-r stories emulating from this guy’s notoriety, the Peck-described “hipster pedophile costume” and the quote on making it: “It’s not who you know, it’s who you blow. I don’t have a hole in my jeans for nothing.” Consider all that, before you decide whether dealing with Terry “Call Me Uncle” Richardson is worth playing model, or face a general lack of pity later.

Richardson never responded to Peck’s article. Richardson posted a picture of his mother proudly holding his hardcover, which instead of diluting his ill repute bogs him further down into ick. |Jezebel|

UPDATE: Terry Richardson recently responded to numerous allegations about being a perv and says he’s really hurt. As more editorials come in, they reveal a habit of mutual unprofessionalism or “fun,” as he calls it.

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. To everyone who has embraced and supported me and my work, I am so grateful. Thank you, it means a lot.

The whole modeling business and fame culture is pretty sleazy to begin with, otherwise Richardson wouldn’t have been able to externalize his skeeviness and convince an entourage of assistants, a herd of fans and the never ending supply of aspiring models/histronic personalities that it was as cool on a piece of photo paper as it is in his head.

Ok, so while it’s reasonable that models could be offended by his lack of professionalism, it’s also possible that a “vain girl with nice tits who likes to pose for the occasional cheesecake photo” can take some creative license in recalling her brush with Terry-fame, as sticky as it was.

Another model pointed out the obvious: The eagerness was usually not one-sided.

Being familiar with Mr. Richardson’s…..peccadillos, many of the models were eager to please; pleasing in this instance consisted primarily of pulling down pants, pulling up skirts, losing blouses, and a bit of finger sucking thrown in for good measure. It seemed painfully clear to me that the phantom lure of a cover try was sufficient reason for a handful of young women with waning career prospects to humiliate themselves in front of each other while Terry Richardson giggled, panted, said “That’s hot,” and pushed them further.

Perhaps a more balanced verdict would be that the whole enterprise is [subjectively] a perv-fest, and by this point, if you’re jumping in on it, surprised is the last emotion you can claim. Partially titillated, grossed out, sorely offended — sure. But not surprised.

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?