Terry's Tumblr.

Terry "T-Bone" Richardson (did you know he has that tattooed above his...ahem, "T-Bone"?) has a Tumblr, and he's not afraid to use it. Tumblr is a micro-blogging site; an interface suited for brief posts of tiny snippets of information. With Terry the information mostly consists of snaps of models, self-portraits, and videoed bits of behind the scenes photoshoot footage. Surprisingly there are no nudie pics yet, but I'm sure that will change in time. Terry's turn at Tumblr certainly means the web venue will no doubt become a photog hot-spot in no time, which makes sense; the layout kind of reminds me of a strip of film, one photo after another.

Shots from Terry's Tumblr. You may be shocked that his T-Bone hasn't made an appearance yet, but he's just getting started--give the man some time.

Here's What I Want...

**Some of this may be slightly NSFW**

A typical Terry shot.

I want a female version of Terry Richardson. This doesn't mean that I want some woman to snap snapshots of other women in provocative poses, various states of undress, and under harsh lights with their backs arched. No. I don't want a woman to shoot Maxim magazine covers, I want there to be a female version of Maxim magazine (only much smarter), and not just for gay boys (sorry boys, I love you, but...), but for girls, for women. I want men. I want them muscled, but approachable. I want them tattooed, perhaps. And I want them to be in front of a female's lens. I want the female photographer to have her foot on their chest while she shoots them. I want them to maybe, just maybe (cover your ears/eyes mom...) to be performing acts of pleasure on the female photographer as she snap, snap, snap-happies away.

Let's switch sides, shall we? Girl, you grab Terry's face and he can lick your hand.

We are all very familiar with Dov's work, are we not? Where are his female counterparts?

Have you seen Terry Richardson's work? It's great, but a tad on the sexist side. It's full of self-fulfilling assignments. If he didn't also do photos of guys mackin' on each other, I'd not be as big of a fan as I am. The photos are stuffed to the brim with actual sex; With cleavage for miles, with his hands--and mouth--on the models he's shooting, with so much maleness marketed to males. I don't have a problem with the sex, or with Terry. In all fairness, Terry's not the only one wielding a lens and his--ahem--member at the same time. The infamous Dov Charney of American Apparel has a very similar style. All of those girls spread out on all of those beds, cropped in frames suggesting explicit behavior beyond the edges, in all of those stretchy clothes. Then there's Japan's Yasumasa Yonehara who is taking care of the Eastern side of things. His photos are rendered even more dirty by the wide-eyed innocence and frilly, girlishness of his subjects. So there are at least three men out there making a killing by putting hot, real girls in front of their lenses and usually getting more out of the photoshoots than just some photos. Good for them, but here's my question: Where is the female counterpart to these men? Where is the woman photographer shooting boys? Where are the hot, real boys that appeal to the straight girls? I demand to know. I demand that this come to be.

Some shots by Yone.

Oh, and don't give me the old "But guys are different, they like looking at that sort of thing. Women wouldn't go for it." B.S.! Yes, they would! They just haven't been able to say they would without being called sexual slurs. Women like what you do, boys. They like it just as much; and believe me, you'll like the ones who like what you do even better than those who claim innocence or disgust over provocative images, over sexual content. It's time for women to have their stake in exploiting hot boys. Let's balance this thing out. The men on display in fashion mags are greased and geared for the men who take their photos. It's just not fitting the bill anymore. So this is an open call to female photographers: If you have the skills, pick up a camera and wield it like it's power. Hunt for boys with your lens. Snap their photos from just inches away. It'll be an easy kill, and I'm willing to bet the house that you'll make a killing with your prints. Let's get it done, girls! Let's get it done.

Frog Shooting

I just found this video of Kermit the Frog's model moment in front of Terry Richardson's lens for a Supreme ad photoshoot.

I hope Kermie kept his pants on. We all know how a Richardson shoot can get. Does Kermit even wear pants? Well, whatever he has on, I hope he kept it on.

Because you can't have one without the other, here's Kermie's lusty lover Miss Piggy in one of my favorite makeup counter movie scenes of all time. Joan Rivers gives the golden-locked pig a touch-up. Well, it's more like a smack-up.

She actually does smack her while applying blush. Oh, dear.

All Marc-ed Up

It seems Mr. Marc Jacobs has a bit of a twisted Peter Pan complex going on. I had no idea he was so inked up, and with cartoon characters of all things. He has 28 tats in all, including a Sponge Bob, a Simpson's caricature of himself, Cartman's stuffed South Park buddies, M&M characters, and colorful stars. I guess he balances the kids' stuff out with the "Shameless" scripted over his heart and the "Bros Before Hos" on his wrist.

These photos were recently taken by Terry Richardson for a portfolio of Jacobs' tattoo artist Scott Campbell's colorful clients. But, as Fashionolgie pointed out in an October post photos from just a year ago show Marc with a lot less ink.

So that's about 27 tattoos in a year. That's a lot of time under the buzzing needle. He must have Campbell on speed dial. Or maybe they have a standing bi-weekly date to watch the Saturday morning cartoons and ink another one.

I happen to love tattoos--well, most tattoos. I guess even the bad ones are worth their ink in laughter. But, 27 mostly cartoon-oriented pieces (and one random couch above his hip) in a year seems a tad OCD. I just hope he doesn't creep above the collar bone. Neck and face tattoos are a whole other world. I'm sure his fashionista friends would stage an intervention before he got too carried away.

Who started this inky craziness? I think it's safe to point the finger at Marc's former 25-year-old flame Jason Preston who had a penchant for ink on a pin and a questionable understanding of the word "permanent".



That is very unfortunate. I wonder if he's put a thick black line through it yet. And, as an aside, check out pre-fab Marc. There's a hottie with a body (and a future tattoo junkie) hiding out behind those geek chic glasses.

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Last Minute: Barack Gear Round Up

Obama t-shirt designed by Marc Jacobs

Need a last minute Barack the Vote tee? A Change button? An Obama mask? I'm catching election anticipation fever and I think the cure has something to do with wearing Obama gear and drinking lots of fluids. Unfortunately orders from Obama.com are no longer guaranteed to arrive by November 4th, so follow me and this link to the Racked.com roundup of Obama goods in and around New York City if you are similarly in need of a Hope fix. Gobama!

Oh, just for the hell of it, I'm throwing my favorite Barack photo up here on the blog:

He's shaking Terry Richardson's hand, people (I hope it's clean). Once again, Obama proves he's the friggin' man.