Hey there Art Directors, it’s Terry Richardson
Can you guys do me a favor? You can? That’s great. OK um, can you stop? Just stop. I mean, I understand: I take great pictures, often of naked girls. And I’m flattered that you have my book sitting there on your shelf. It’s probably even locked up because- hey, people are dicks. And that’s pretty funny because you probably expensed my book to the client. But let’s just stop. Stop using my photos on your “mood boards” or whatever they’re called. Stop bringing me up in meetings to prove how cool you are. Stop thinking my “look” will work for your insurance company, wine cooler or cell phone plan. Because it won’t. And more importantly I won’t. Maybe those clowns, Bronques or The Cobrasnake will do it. Really, any asshat with a Polaroid will do. Cool? I appreciate it. Let me get back to what I do best: getting girls naked and having sex with them. And you get back to doing what you do best: ripping off old issues of Colors magazine.
