So, in case you missed the cover of this month’s GQ, here it is:
A lot of the press surrounding this cover deals with the unsettling aspect of the PR machine that is “Glee,” but I’m more concerned with the photographer.
Earlier this year former models of his complained of being sexually harassed by him, coerced into either participating in a nude shoot that they weren’t comfortable with, or into sex acts. Maybe then, GQ should have rethought assigning him a photo shoot where he’s photographing women who play teenagers on TV?
This isn’t a Terry Richardson-specific issue. It’s hard to live in New York and not get some inkling that the lives of the glitterati, specifically the fashion industry, often seem devoid of values. Marc Jacobs has defended Richardson. He has the seal of approval from New York fashion queen Anna Wintour. Scores of celebrities (and, apparently, our President) happily work with him, acknowledging his artistry.
Some people think Terry Richardson shoots a great photo, and that’s what’s important. (People who revere Roman Polanksi make a similar argument). But does artistry absolve him of behaving professionally and within the limits of the law on photo shoots?