I was thoroughly disappointed to find out that my diagnosis of Terry Richardson was actually accurate: the 54-year-old photographer is a total skeev.
In an essay on TheGloss.com, Jamie Peck details a photoshoot she had with Terry Richardson at the ripe old age of 19. Peck writes:
I’m not a model, just a vain girl with nice tits who likes to pose for the occasional cheesecake photo. I modeled for Terry Richardson when I was 19. And guess what? I felt bad about it. 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. This man has built his business/pleasure empire on breaking the cardinal rule of asking a young girl you don’t know to come over to your house and hang out naked.
Skeev alert! But it gets worse:
Uncle Terry was feeling frisky that day! I told him I had my period so I wanted to keep my underwear on, and he asked me to take my tampon out for him to play with. “I love tampons!” he said, in that psychotically upbeat way that temporarily convinces so many girls that what’s fun for Uncle Terry is fun for them.
The creepiest part of that encounter might have been the fact that he asked her to refer to him as “Uncle Terry.” It’s a tough call. But finally, that’s still not all:
I’m not sure how he maneuvered me over to the couch, but at some point he strongly suggested I touch his terrifying penis…This is where I zoom out on the situation. 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. The only explanation I can come up with is that he was so darn friendly and happy about it all, and his assistants were so stoked on it as well, that I didn’t want to be the killjoy in the room. My new fake friends would’ve been bummed if I’d said no.
As much as I am turned off by him and his photos and as much as I suspected his newly-confirmed skeeviness, it’s still disheartening to hear — especially considering that Peck wasn’t even a barely-teenaged model whose professional career in all likelihood depended on making nice with photographers.
I’d excerpt more, but Peck’s is a well-written and thought-provoking post that’s worth reading in its entirety. Just promise to come back and let me know what you think.