Last Friday night in NYC was the opening of Terry Richardson's show Mom Dad at Half Gallery. While I would have loved to have gone, it was our anniversary and there's just not a lot of romance you can dig out of the degeneracy that Terry embodies. I heard that the entrance to the tiny gallery was a mob scene with hardly anyone able to fit in the door. Let's be honest, anything cool and hipster becomes unenjoyably overrun by the cool and the hip when you are in the LES.
The show sounds pretty amazing as he had a lifetime of intimate portraits on the wall (his parents divorced when was much younger but came together for this project), a cool video of his mom on a bike, personal notes tacked the walls, and tons of loose photos strewn across the ground. He describes his life growing up as "classic white-trash" and it's interesting to see how he hasn't really been able to drop that theme. Even his current photos with pop culture icons have an underlying layer of tackiness - I love it. If you are in New York between now and December 4th, I highly recommend that you pick up a PBR and swing by the gallery for this show.
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