Dear Diary
Born in New York City and raised in the Hollywood Hills, Terry Richardson is as American as Coca Cola, Hersheys Kisses and Reeses Pieces. I first bought his book Terry World back in Dublin in 2004, and I had to hide it from my mother because it was filled with pictures of his penis, other peoples penises, tits, asses, blowjobs and lickouts. It was bright and beautiful and fun and explicit and I loved it. Terry made Benetton sexy, he pumped a bit of porn into fashion and we lapped it up. Now he has a diary of everyday cool stuff and ace pictures of funny shit from the street and in his life.
We love him.
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