For some reason that I don't fully understand, Terry Richardson is a photographer who has shot probably every famous person you know. His style seems to be to have them stand in front of a white wall then take their picture. Pretty groundbreaking stuff. His studio is kinda like the one in Sears except he doesn't have any of the backgrounds or columns you can sit on. Anway, there's been a million stories about how this dude is a creepy sexual deviant who uses his fame and unwarranted clout in the industry to basically rape women attempting to become models, so here's a story that was posted on Reddit by a woman who completely documents her experience with Terry Richardson when she was 19 (h/t Jesus) I didn't post the whole thing, because it's pretty long and bizarre and, quite frankly, disgusting, but I posted this part. The part that will undoubtedly make your skin crawl off your body and cause your vagina to look like SpongeBob after two minutes in Sandy's house.
Eventually we got up to take pictures and he had me stand against the blank white wall in the middle of the apartment. I stood there and he started taking pics, assistant off to the side. Then he came up and took pictures POV style with his hand on my face. Then he put his thumb in my mouth, I actually thought this was funny in the moment and he and his assistant were very upbeat and just light heartedly directing me. Then he stepped back at some point and had me start removing my clothes (I knew I would be getting nude, so this was not weird to me). I remember he had me take stuff off in stages, he complimented a lot, his assistant too. Definitely the usual trying to make the barely legal model feel special kind of thing looking back. I honestly do not remember if the sexual stuff started by the wall or when he moved me to the couch area but at some point I was being directed to do things like hold the top of his pants while he took more POV style pictures, then eventually unbutton his pants and then his penis was out. Meanwhile it felt like it was all just happening and there was no time to step back and be like "woah this is out of hand". I dont think anyone who knows me would describe me as a particularly aggressive person (and definitely wasn’t at 19) and the only way I can describe how I felt was nervous and paralyzed. At some point the assistant started taking pictures too with a crappy point and shoot camera. He had me posing on the couch and then I had my back to him and just literally felt him start licking my ass, like every part of it, and the assistant was taking pictures the whole time. Things were now completely pornographic and never once initiated by me. He was now on the couch with me and it became sexual act after sexual act, aggressive kissing, random sexual things being done to me and being directed to do everything you can think of back, everything slow so his assistant could photograph. He even directed me to squeeze his balls as hard as I could so that they pushed back up into his body. I did not even know that was possible (At least I learned something about the male anatomy that night?). I was completely a sex puppet at this point. It ended with him jacking off on to my face and he told me to keep my eyes open really wide and his assistant stood over me and it got in my eye and they both began taking pics of it for a what felt like 10 minutes but was probably only 30 seconds… Finally, they backed off and were still acting like everything was totally fun and normal and upbeat or whatever and I think I was visibly in shock. I am a quiet person and I was definitely quiet in that moment and that's when he asked if I had a boyfriend. I said yes and he started overly sweetly apologizing and so did his assistant. And he said oh I always mean to ask that first I'm so sorry. This was the part that actually bothered me the most because A. I think what had just happened was hitting me and B. it felt so fake and planned and like a slap in the face. I said it was fine that it didn't matter and he wouldn't care its ok (I don't know why, obviously he would and did care. He knew I was nude modeling but nothing like this). Then I guess I cleaned up and got dressed and I don't even remember saying bye or what happened as far as leaving the studio/apartment but his assistant wanted to come with me and paid for a cab and rode halfway with me and sort of comforted me I guess?
Yeah. I really don't even know where to begin with this, so I won't. Terry Richardson is basically a guy on Craigslist trying to get laid by telling chicks they'll be models. And, seriously, if you have to rape somebody to bang them, what's exactly the point? I'll never understand that. Tip: If she enjoys it, she'll bang you again. That's always seemed to work for me. Call me old fashioned, I guess.