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Terry Richardson = Scary H.R. Nerd Riot

This is what you'll find in the pages of Vogue recently.

In the image, a girl is putting on scarlet lipstick in close vicinity to a pair of belted jeans and a white t-shirt. One can only assume that a male resides inside of these clothes. She looks at the camera with a kind of shocked expression, like she's been caught in the midst of mischief. It doesn't take a dirty mind to imagine that in the photographer's (meaning Terry Richardson's) fantasy, she is about to give this guy head. The image is supposed to be shocking and offensively sexy.
Really, it's just sad.

A dirty old man recreates his sexual fantasies using women who are way too young and hot for his sleazy old-man cock, and he gets away with it because we're all so sick of political correctness. True, the age of PC is on the decline and few will miss it, but TR crosses some other kind of line. He's basically a pedophile who seduces girls with money and fame instead of candy (his Molester Glasses aren't a product of trend) . Sure, these young women should know better, but even their complicity doesn't excuse Richardson's slimy m.o.

Notice that he has signed this photo, as an artist would. TR probably thinks he's a modern day Manet (the guy who painted the prostitute so she looked a little two-dimensional, which caused a big scandal in the art world), but he's no artist. His artistic formula amounts to "Peeping Tom meets Shock and Bra." It's predictable, creepy, and most of all, pathetic.

I hope he has some life-altering experience and ends up as one of those crazy guys shouting "Repent Sinner, Jesus Saves" through a megaphone on the fringes of Times Square. The young girls will giggle as they walk by, secretly hoping that someone will recognize how hot they are and offer to make them famous if they take their clothes off for the camera.