Terry Richardson Shoots Leighton Meester. I Die Of Boredom.
The thing about photographer Terry Richardson is this: when his photos don’t blatantly involve threesomes and man bits and all sorts of titties, you usually at least get the feeling that the semi-clothed people are thinking of group sex. Like maybe, when the shoot is over, they’re going to jump in a cab and meet up at someone’s jealousy-inducing loft where they’ll, you know, “see what happens.”
Why, then, is the king of fashionable smut turning out a magazine cover so boring as this? There is not even a hint of devious plans for later in the day in Leighton Meester’s eyes. In fact, there isn’t a hint of anything at all. She looks pretty, yes, but in an airbrushed, overly-symmetrical and not-at-all-filthy sort of way. And where’s the fun in that?
I’d say more about the snooze factor of the monotone cover and its lackluster starlet, but looking at it any longer may very well be the death of me.
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You, apparently, are not a man. Monotone coloring and sex fantasies (that never happen to anybody) aside, your flogging of Meester’s looks is unwarranted (and a touch sour grapish?). Be nice- she does it for most guys, and it’s their eyes your looking into- not hers.
Looking at the cover again, I take some of that back. She does look a bit green at the gills- as if she might barf any second. You’re right again, you taste-sleuth!
I just bought this cover today, partially because of the cover, partially because its the fall fashion issue, and mainly because there’s a spread with Susan Boyle.