Yes, more Terry Richardson. Go start running a hot bath now; you’ll want to scrub off the 8-layers of icky that will have accumulated by the time you’re done reading this.
After being accused of some super-shady ‘not-right-would-be-an-understatement‘ shit earlier in the week by former model Charlotte Walters, Uncle Terry – the creature that monsters check under the bed for before they turn off the lights – has finally come forward to defend himself against the allegations. The Huffington Post has published the open letter written by Scary Terry himself (although he probably had help transcribing it from the notes he made on a model’s back in semen) where he tries to clear his name and claim that everything he did was in the name of ART and he had the consent of all parties involved:
“Sexual imagery has always been a part of my photography. Ten years ago, in 2004, I presented some of this work at a gallery show in New York City, accompanied by a book of the photos. The show was very popular and highly praised. The images depicted sexual situations and explored the beauty, rawness, and humor that sexuality entails. I collaborated with consenting adult women who were fully aware of the nature of the work, and as is typical with any project, everyone signed releases. I have never used an offer of work or a threat of rebuke to coerce someone into something that they did not want to do. I give everyone that I work with enough respect to view them as having ownership of their free will and making their decisions accordingly, and as such, it has been difficult to see myself as a target of revisionist history.”
Ugh, so much denial-dipped smug. And that’s just a fraction of it! The whole letter is long as hell, so I’ll give you the TL:DR version:
Boo hoo hoo, I don’t like that everybody’s talking all this stuff about me. Why don’t they just let me live? I don’t need permission, make my own decisions, that’s my prerogative.
Basically Terry Richardson put the Waaahmbulance on speed dial because he’s sick of women coming forward with their True Tales of Casting Couch Terror that paint him as a manipulative creep who preys on naive young girls. Yes Terry, how dare they! How dare they confirm what anyone with eyes has already guessed by looking at a picture of Terry Richardson.
And if after reading his letter, a fuse blew in your brain and you thought “Yeah, maybe Terry deserves the benefit of the doubt” allow me to remind you of this picture; all that’s missing is Roman Polanski, and you’d have the vacation brochure for Molester’s Cove, Satan’s favorite all-inclusive resort in Hell.