I don’t know who Rosamund Pike is…I guess I could google her…but what would that really accomplish or change…I mean someone felt she was important enough to paparazzi, and who would I be to not recognize her bikini body as being something more important than actual hot under 40 girls in bikini I can see on instagram… So here she is, her vagina looks weird, but her abs look weirder…fun. TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS CLICK HERE
I don’t know who Dani Thorne, but I assume she’s a raver, at least based on her raver outfit. I also assume she’s related to jailbait Bella Thorne and older sister hipster, naked for art or high concept Thorne…and I don’t know why I am bothering with this pic oh right…her shirt is like a bra and I guess that means something to me…just not very much…but I’m posting it anyway cuz bras may be the devil, but are better than shirts…
I don’t know if Jennifer Lopez is trying to do some hood shit, and pretend she’s not worth 250 million dollars, with songs featuring French Montana, trying to be ironic by mocking Hip Hop videos in mansions with bitches, but being a ratchet bitch, surrounded by gay men acting like music video girls…it’s pretty horrible… I get what she’s doing here, but she’s the fucking worst…and the fact that I am posting it makes me want to kill myself, but then again that just may be everything else about my life, you can never be too sure…. I didn’t watch the whole thing…but the first 30 seconds were the worst…
I have been following the Terry story and in doing that I’ve been calling out the Terry Groupie who is accusing Terry of abusing her. The fact is simple. She wants attention drawn to herself, whether he came on her face or not. The other fact is that 4 years down the road, the memories we have shift and change and become stories of their own that aren’t quite as relevant as the day after they happened. It’s easy to say I was paralyzed by the abuse, when she was probably really at a party the next day getting drunk and fucking the bartender…you know, it’s so easy to feel abused when having Terry cum on your face is the only thing you’ve accomplished and need to leverage in 4 years…. Everyone knows Terry shoots sex, that’s his whole career foundation. When he started doing mainstream campaigns in 2005, I didn’t understand how people would touch him, because all his published shit was hardcore “artistic” porn… This girl knew the fucking deal, tt was 4 years ago, and now that she’s decided that being a party slut who was impressed to be in Terry’s studio is bad for her lesbian, feminist, career, past…or maybe boyfriend…and it’s time to accuse a motherfucker because everyone’s doing it.. just because she figures it will get her name out there… That said, Terry, who never speaks on this shit, even though he should, because not speaking on it will make people think he did it, or that he is guilty, based on his archive of work…and I am posting it…because I appreciate what he said and how he said it… #FREETERRY Four years ago, I chose to primarily ignore a cycle of Internet gossip and false accusations against me. At that time, I felt that to dignify them with a response was a betrayal of my work and my character. When these allegations resurfaced over the past few months, they seemed especially vicious and distorted, moving outside the realm of critical dialogue and becoming nothing more than an emotionally-charged witch hunt. Enabled and protected by the freewheeling and often times anonymous nature of the Internet, people have become comfortable concocting hate-filled and libelous tales about my professional and personal lives. In writing this, I make a humble attempt at correcting these rumors, because I have come to realize that absent my voice in the conversation, all that remain are the lies. When I moved to New York in 1990 to take pictures, a lot of my work was a documentation of my life in the East Village; it was gritty, transgressive, and the aesthetic broke with the well-lit, polished fashion images of the time. My first big campaign, shot in 1994, was a provocative picture of a couple embracing in a bar. It was a shocking image for its time and the first instance a photograph of this nature was used in a major fashion advertisement. Like Robert Mapplethorpe, Helmut Newton, and so many others before me, sexual imagery has always been a part of my photography. Ten years ago, in 2004, I presented some of this work at a gallery show in New York City, accompanied by a book of the photos. The show was very popular and highly praised. The images depicted sexual situations and explored the beauty, rawness, and humor that sexuality entails. I collaborated with consenting adult women who were fully aware of the nature of the work, and as is typical with any project, everyone signed releases. I have never used an offer of work or a threat of rebuke to coerce someone into something that they did not want to do. I give everyone that I work with enough respect to view them as having ownership of their free will and making their decisions accordingly, and as such, it has been difficult to see myself as a target of revisionist history. Sadly, in the on-going quest for controversy-generated page views, sloppy journalism fueled by sensationalized, malicious, and manipulative recountings of this work has given rise to angry Internet crusades. Well-intentioned or not, they are based on lies. Believing such rumors at face value does a disservice not only to the spirit of artistic endeavor, but most importantly, to the real victims of exploitation and abuse. People will always have strong opinions about challenging images, and the dichotomy of sex is that it is both the most natural and universal of human behaviors and also one of the most sensitive and divisive. Over the course of my career, I have come to accept that some of my more provocative work courts controversy, and as an artist, I value the discourse that arises from this. I can only hope for this discourse to be informed by fact, so that whether you love my work or hate it, you give it, and me, the benefit of the truth.
I don’t know what’s going on with this girl – But I know I want to date her… If you don’t like that…here’s a video of a 70 year old pulled over for an expired license getting shot for reaching for his cane…
I posted something on Facebook the yesterday about the instagram model lie, which I guess is the real model lie, as well as the real pig who made it onto TV via a sex tape for having a big round fake ass… It’s basically how to do before and after fitness pics, that make a girl go from a fatty to a ripped toned babe, in a matter of minutes, using shading from self tanning make-up, the right clothes, and angles… After seeing Kim Kardashian Paparazzi pics from the last few days, years, months, fucking forever, it is safe to say, every scam, lie, smoke and mirror trick in the book, from possibly not even being a selfie, but rather shot by a photographer and edited, since there is NO way this bitch looks like this… My gay lover at DLISTED POSTED THESE PICS OF HER FROM YESTERDAY It’s safe to say…not the same fucking person…other than the ass implant you can see from her front…it’s all a smoke show…kinda like everything about her… This is what Kim K’s Bikini Selfie Reminds me of…a fucking disaster. UPDATE – Apparently Kim K put on this bikini to prove she fits in her 15 year old sister’s bikini because it’s important for the world to know that fabric stretches and that her 4 fooot 11 fat ass wears the same size as her 6 foot tall sister… SOURCE
Marina Nery is some no name model who shot for Terry Richardson like other no name models before her…some of whom come out of the woodwork and blame him for raping their faces…others who go onto be successful models…but for some weird reason the ones who go onto be successful models never complain about him, they never say he did anything inappropriate and they always say he was nothing but professional.. That’s not to say he doesn’t give into some girls, lure them in with his photography, like every dude everywhere does with whatever asset they have, whether it is a fit body, money, a good job…it’s just to say, that he treats real models like models…and groupie whores…like well…groupie whores…who try to expose him to get the attention they never had.. I’m not so into his pics, but there is some cleavage.
I don’t know what this guy is Huffing, but I know that I would like to spend a day walking around with him. He has an interesting face and must have an interesting story that probably involves throwing his feces at the people passing by… I guess I’m just envious of the homeless, they are the real winners at life who made the move to just drop out of society and not fuck around with what they were told to fuck around with, it’s freedom motherfuckers…they don’t even pay taxes…they win…
Some “Model” who posted this story to Reddit, because Reddit is where you post stories about being cummed on by Terry Richardson… I originally posted about this in the AMA subreddit and someone directed me here as a better platform to share my experience. Over the past few weeks I have seen several negative articles posted and shared from my friends about Terry Richardson and because these are real life acquaintances I’m not totally comfortable (yet) saying “hey, I experienced this first hand and these are not just rumors” and admitting to a naive past in which I was impressionable and taken advantage of… but I feel like it is extremely important for me to share my experience for the sake of other young women out there so I’m starting here. I want to not only warn against making the same mistake I did but possibly open up the dialogue about how/and why this sort of thing can happen so easily. Let me preface this by saying I am fully aware that this was bad decision making on my part and that the true purpose of me sharing this is I want people to know what is possible in these situations and that you as a human being are 100% allowed to say no to something you are uncomfortable with and I wish I had the strength to then. So here is the full story (there is strong sexual content in this and could be a possible trigger): When I was 19 and going to art school in NY I thought it would be fun to do nude “art” modeling on the side for money. I thought hey I am comfortable with my body and a creative, open minded person so this is a great idea, right?! So, for several months I was doing this for pay through model mayhem at first and then through different connections. My experiences were overall great, I was always comfortable and never felt like I was being taken advantage of or in danger. I was never touched or made to feel like I had to do something out of my comfort zone. In fact, I was having a lot of fun with this and actually got a friend of mine to start doing it as well. This is all until I modeled for Terry Richardson, which is the last time I’ve nude modeled. I knew of Terry Richardson and I liked his aesthetic (at the time) but I didn’t know anything about him or his reputation. I saw his website one day and noticed that you could submit to model, so I did. I got a response (I’m assuming from his assistant) pretty quickly and thought cool! He’s a well known photographer this will only help me get more work, you know? So a time was set up and I went and this is how it went and down… It was a Saturday early evening, I went to his studio in Soho. When I got there his assistant let me in and I met him. He was very smiley and his studio was just a big studio apartment type set up. We sat at his kitchen table, me, him, and his assistant. His assistant was probably like 40-45, dark hair, some work done on her face. We sat at the table and they were super casual, she was ordering food and asked if I wanted any I declined (I legitimately had a stomach infection building and went to the hospital that night but that’s another story). I remember he got this like lemon garlic pasta and thinking that sounded really good. So he ate, she ate I drank tea and he was doing something on his computer and she had me sign the model release forms. I don’t remember what they said, definitely not anything specific about what he would want to do though, I had signed several of these before and it looked the same. 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? She was giving me weird advice on how everything we did was ok and how I am clearly a strong girl but i wasn’t even asking for advice. Then she left at her destination and I went home. I told my roommate that night about it in disbelief. I still had that stomach infection going on and it got extremely bad that night and I ended up being taken to the hospital in an ambulance, looking back I am almost 100% sure this was more panic attack induced than the stomach infection alone. I got a voicemail a couple weeks after from his assistant asking me to grow out my pubic hair and join her, him, and three girls my age on a shooting/camping trip. I did not respond. It takes two to tango, but what it comes down to is that Photographers are creeps, that is why they are photographers. They want to be a position of power around girls who get in various states of undress, directing them…and models are vain, possibly insecure, but vain and all about being in front of the camera..doing whatever it takes to look their hottest in hopes of making a career out of the shit…. That said, if you are a photographer and a girl is into your shoot, why wouldn’t you keep going? I mean it’s like having sex with a girl who is into it, only for her to say you raped her years later…if all signs point to she’s down then she’s down…it’s not like she was chained down or locked up…or like she even said no…you know…”It all happened so fast and next thing you know he was cumming on my face”..isn’t really the best argument…that’s like blaming someone you had unprotected sex for giving you herpes. Take responsibility. In life, there are people who have groupies, and groupies, and often times when all is said and done and the people with groupies leave port, the groupie, who fought so hard to be the groupie he chose that night, realizes it’s not all that great. Clearly, Terry is connected, and a creepy pervert, any models knows that..and I am sure are shooting with him for that reason… It takes two to tango.. Anyway, someone sent me this pic, and I am putting it out there, saying is this to model accusing him of violating her? Whether it is or not, it sounds like a case of “taking that load to my face didn’t work out how I expected”….. In my defence, I am a notorious Victim Blamer.
Nicki Minaj loves herself, even though it seems like she has no idea who herself actually is. Not that I am going to go into some analysis of some big booty, big titty, video vixen, bad rapper, who I am convinced was cast at a casting call that was held at her NYC acting college, and that was never an authentic thing, but rather just a take on Lady Gaga… But I don’t know Nicki Minaj, I just know her music has gone from candy coated pop, to weird Lil Kim Hip Hop, with songs like her “nigga nigga nigga” song that came out last month, even though she’s whiter than most white people I know. It’s a lit, it’s smoke and mirrors, a pop act to make quick cash…but you know what…she has big tits, and she likes posting them to keep her pervert fans happy…like you…and me…who appreciate self produced erotica no matter how soft core it is….
