Bob Richardson's hard cover is both charged with erotic intoxication and cult world glamour. One of the best covers I've seen from the world of fashion photography. It's the type of "what the f#%&$!" image that inspires as it infects and ruins, but on the high end of post hypnotic scale, not the lower end of consumer Richardson, meets "Vice Magazine" and "Last Night's Party" zone. I think it would have been exciting if the book was sealed in such a way that you'd think twice before attempting to enter the folds of the book, thus prolonging the taboo equation set up in this wicked cover photo--display it with abandon.


Book Description
Fashion photographer Bob Richardson (1928-2005) first began to publish his powerful, transgressive and emotionally charged black-and-white images in the high-fashion press of the 1960s, highlighting the new freedoms and attendant disillusions of the era in a distinctive, maverick style that matched his own edgy way of life. According to Cathy Horyn of The New York Times, ""Mr. Richardson's pictures were radical because, more than showing youthful fashion in a liberated way, they sought to expose the life dramas that were then consuming young people."" They were dark and conflicted, abject and suggestive, fleeting, broken, knowing and yearning. Always a cult photographer (and widely credited with influencing such peers as Peter Lindbergh, Steven Meisel and Bruce Weber), Richardson was also plagued by schizophrenia, and he lived hard-experimenting freely with sex and drugs throughout a life of extreme highs and lows. For example, he is perhaps most famous for the profoundly compelling portraits he made of his then-partner and muse Angelica Houston in the 1970s, while the 1980s found him homeless and living on the streets of Los Angeles. This highly-anticipated, beautifully-produced volume is the first ever dedicated to Richardson's oeuvre. Put together by his son, the equally renowned photographer Terry Richardson, it collects what remains of the original work, much of which was destroyed over the course of Richardson's unpredictable career.

accurately depicts the emptiness that exists out there...i mean it's beautiful