Not for everybody, be forewarned. If you have seen Terry's work before and find yourself craving a high dosage of trashy, sexually explicit and raw photography, this ones for you babe. Suck it in, and puke it up into the air while laying on your back, and let your own metaphorical vomit shower your filthy nude inner workings.


Great for the kids

-j

HONEST, ENERGETIC, though totally unappetizing content sometimes, ALMOST PERFECT PHOTO COMPOSITION, winning other 'trend following' artist (Jergen Teller for example) by a mile! Somehow i've got a gut feeling mr richardson is going to be the picasso of this century.....a classic already!

Terry's world might be, hell, it's MEANT to be a little scary for alot of people! Not in the sense of depicting violence or even real depravity but rather in the near-apocalypitc vulgarity with which it depicts post modern-hedonism, where sexual pleasure is about as idealized as a Tijuana donkey-show.

A man, laying half-passed-out on a bed, is seen puking, Terry (who appears in many of his own photos) pulls a tampon string out of a woman's vagina with his teeth, a guy pisses into his own mouth--you get the picture. It's a garbage-world where all the turn-ons are trashy. It is strangely arousing inspite of the yuck factor, but whether that's because it's sexy or because I'm just so jaded I'm happy for anything that can jolt and shock my deadened nerves, is up for debate!

Jolts and shocks are what Terryworld is all about. Terryworld is to erotica what Hustler was to Playboy. It's flat-out raunch,but with a fashion photographer's sensibility, which is to say that it does have some artistic merit beyond its novelty value, calling to mind the "provacateur" advertising campaigns of recent years, of which Terry himself has often played a part. His situation-heavy portraits are Tarantino-like movie stills from a movie I'm not sure I want to see.

Which brings me to my point; In the end, after all the money's come in, all the heads have turned and all the word-of-mouth has been exhausted, what is the final value of shock?

Remember when you were fourteen and looking at your stolen copy of Hustler, you felt kind of sick at the end of the ride. Your heart rate increased as you turned each page, your curiosity peaked to see the next lurid spectacle, you flipped faster and faster until finally it was over, you'd seen the whole thing--More, in fact, than your mind was capable of processing in one sitting. You were late for dinner, had a pressure headache, and a faint desire to go to church.

Welcome to Terryworld.

Terry's world might be, hell, it's MEANT to be a little scary for alot of people! Not in the sense of depicting violence or even real depravity but rather in the near-apocalypitc vulgarity with which it depicts post modern-hedonism, where sexual pleasure is about as idealized as a Tijuana donkey-show.

A man, laying half-passed-out on a bed, is seen puking, Terry (who appears in many of his own photos) pulls a tampon string out of a woman's vagina with his teeth, a guy pisses into his own mouth--you get the picture. It's a garbage-world where all the turn-ons are trashy, but it's strangely arousing inspite of the yuck factor, but whether that's because it's sexy or because I'm just so jaded I'm happy for anything that can jolt and shock my deadened nerves, is up for debate!

Jolts and shocks are what Terryworld is all about. Terryworld is to erotica what Hustler was to Playboy. It's flat-out raunch,but with a fashion photographer's sensibility, which is to say that it does have some artistic merit beyond its novelty value. His setups are so situational, for example, that they seem almost like movie stills-- think Tarantino with a still camera (and an X rating). It's also all reminiscent of where "provacateur" advertising campaigns, of which Terry himself has been a part, have gone in recent years.

But in the end, what is the final value of shock?

Remember when you were fourteen and looking at your stolen copy of Hustler, you felt kind of sick at the end of the ride. Your heart rate increased as you turned each page, your curiosity peaked to see the next lurid spectacle, you flipped faster and faster until finally it was over, you'd seen the whole thing--More, in fact, than your mind was capable of processing in one sitting. You were late for dinner, had a pressure headache, and a faint desire to go to church.

Welcome to Terryworld.

Terry's world might be, hell, it's MEANT to be a little scary for alot of people! Not in the sense of depicting violence or even real depravity but rather in the neart apocalypitc vulgarity with which it depicts a world of post modern-hedonism, where sexual pleasure is about as idealized as a Tijuana donkey-show. A man, laying half-passed-out on a bed, is seen puking, Terry (who appears in many of his own photos) pulls a tampon string out of a woman's vagina with his teeth, a guy pisses in his own mouth--you get the picture. It's garbage-world, but it's strangely arousing inspite of the yuck factor. The jury's still out as to whether it's art or people are just so jaded they're happy for anything that can jolt and shock their deadened nerves, myself included.

Terryworld is to erotica what Hustler was to Playboy. It's flat-out raunch. But with a fashion photographer's sensibility, which is to say that it does have some artistic merit beyond its novelty value. His setups are so situational that they seem almost like movie stills-- think Tarantino with a still camera, and an X rating.

But just like looking at an old issue of Hustler, you feel kind of sick at the end of the ride. Your heart rate increases as you turn each page, your curiosity peaked to see the next lurid spectacle, you flip faster and faster until finally it's over, you've seen more than you can process, you have a pressure headache, and a faint desire to go to church.

I recommend it!