Lady Gaga isn’t about to sit around in her sweatpants all day eating seven-layer dip to commemorate Super Bowl XLVI this Sunday. Well…maybe just a little dip. She is rooting for her home team, after all. Luckily for Lady Gaga, she had her frequent collaborator photographer Terry Richardson on hand to help her really become one with the pigskin, Gaga style. Oh, and just to be clear, Gaga style means topless and snarling.
“Lady Gaga holding a football,” Richardson captioned the most sporty shot in their photo shoot. “Go Giants!” Terry also snapped Gaga astride a motorcycle, which seems like the least practical way to get to Indianapolis before kick-off, but what do we know? We still have so much chili to make before Sunday; we don’t have time for cycling or snarling! Plus we really should not be topless around the Crock Pot.
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Actress Juliette Lewis does seem to be the kind of lady who is game for all sorts of crazy antics. Still, we wore the expression she has above when we glimpsed a rather graphic photo, first tweeted by the aptly named @TotallyNSFW and then posted on Fleshbot. Gawker is convinced that it is indeed what it appears to be: Juliette having sex with Terry Richardson while standing up. Update: Gawker received an email from Juliette’s publicist denying that the photo is of the actress, yet simultaneously demanding that they take the photo down.
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Terry Richardson‘s work is not for everyone, but we have to admit that he’s made Miranda Kerr look pretty awesome in this shot. But that’s also probably because it’s near impossible to make Miranda look anything less than stellar. We’re not sure what the shoot was for — maybe just for his personal portfolio? If you’d like to see the full-length shot of Miranda in all its lissome glory, you’ll have to click after the jump. You may have a certain, inexplicable urge to hit the gym after, be warned. Read more…
Lady Gaga and Terry Richardson have teamed up before, and their latest collaboration features Lady Gaga’s drag persona Jo Calderone, who smoke and sauntered through Sunday’s VMAs. Especially with Terry’s glasses on, we begrudgingly admit that we’d hit on Calderone if we saw him in a bar. In all honestly, we probably already have.
If these pics are gender bending enough for you, according to Us Weekly, Lady Gaga’s VMAs outfit not only came equipped with stubble, a Brooks Brothers suit and a menacing leer; it also had a prosthetic penis hidden in her Armani’s Men’s underwear. Did it matter that no one on the planet knew it was there except for Lady Gaga? What do you think? Frankly, we love the new look, but we do have one teeny tiny complaint: you’ll go through the trouble to cram a fake wiener in your pants, Gaga, but then you’ll shave your armpits? Seriously, what drag kings have you been taking tips from?
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Lady Gaga has never been know for her coyness, and Terry RichardsonÃ¢â‚¬Â¦.well, Terry couldn’t take a passport photo withoutÃ‚Â bodily fluids splashing on someone, so it makes sense that the Lady Gaga Terry Richardson photo book due out in November features some particularly…personal moments. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t hold anything back from Terry. He was with me every minute, every moment,Ã¢â‚¬Â Mother Monster explained in an interview with MTV. Ã¢â‚¬Å“He has photographs of me waking up in the morning, brushing my teeth, in the bathroom, in the bathtub. And the thing about Terry, if you know anything about his photography, is that nothing is staged.Ã¢â‚¬Â Remember that part about the bathroom; it will all become very pertinent in a second.
Gaga reminisced, “He would come backstage and he would say, ‘Oh my God, the fans!’ And I’d say, ‘I know what you just photographed.’ And heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d say, ‘Baby, wow!Ã¢â‚¬â„¢’And then he’d film me, like, peeing in a cup and, like, ridiculous things.” While making the book Richardson shot Gaga, and gigs like her Madison Square Garden show, for 10 months, or roughly the same amount of time we’re going to spend crying in the bathtub before that pee-filled image leaves our mind. Oh no, Terry has access to the bathtub too! Terry, get out of here, you crazy creep!
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The “Jennifer Aniston and Justin Theroux are dating” train just picked up another big load of evidence, courtesy of Terry Richardson’s Tumblr. The photographer posted a shot of the rumored couple snuggling happily during dinner in Soho, and another of him joining the pair. While the pair have yet to confirm the relationship, withTheroux’s ex Heidi Bivens admitted she split up with Justin after the rumors began, it seems unlikely these two would be hitting the scene quite so often if they weren’t a romantic unit.
Even if Justifer (that’ll do, right? Justifer?) sticks to the sidelines, only appearing in candids with Jason Sudeikis and Richardson and whatnot, they’ll be forced—forced!—to hit the red carpet together when their film Wanderlust (also starring Paul Rudd and Malin Akerman) hits theaters in October. At which point magazines can start posting pictures of Theroux and Brad Pitt with headlines like “IS HE JEALOUS?” if they haven’t started already. And if Theroux and Aniston split before the fall, even better! Awkward red carpets are the best red carpets.
[Photo: Terry Richardson’s Diary]
Lindsay Lohan and Charlie Sheen are both virtually unemployable these days, but Lindsay has the distinct advantage of being a woman, and when all else fails, she can take her clothes off for money. (Sorry, Charlie, no one wants to see your drug-ravaged body.) Reportedly, Lohan just signed a whopping $4.3 million deal to appear in a book of photographs taken by sleazy photographer Terry Richardson, and the photos will include “full frontal nudity” and “graphic” shots. To make things more confusing, James Franco has also agreed to appear in the book and reportedly took time out of his Oscar rehearsal schedule on Saturday night to do a shoot with Lohan and Richardson.
This won’t be the first time Lindsay’s agreed to a nude photo spread; two years ago she bared all (well, almost all, there was no full-frontal) for a New York Magazine shoot that re-created Marilyn Monroe‘s famous “Last Sitting.” Something tells us Terry Richardson’s standards for nudity will be quite different from Marilyn’s.
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Lady Gaga‘s perfume already smells like blood and semen, but it looks like they’ll have to add tears and day-old armpit reek into the mix. Lady Gaga’s Supreme ads feature the diva smeared with eyeliner, covered in gems and we have to admit, still bringing the fierceness.
The photos were taken by king of filth mountain Terry Richardson, the perverted genius behind Gaga’s meat-covered mag cover, the scandalous Glee underwear shoot and innumerable dirty modeling photos. The two teamed up for the skate company last summer, though Gaga’s former art director Matthew “Dada” Williams tweeted the pics last night; the photos are just hitting newsstands now in Purple Magazine. It seems like the concept had Gaga catching some major air…into a ditch, where she lived for the next three weeks. It certainly makes us want to run out and buy some skate shoes. Oh wait, we mean Clorox. For our eyes.
[Photo: Matthew Williams’ Twitter]
30 Seconds To Mars‘ racy, 13-minute short film “Hurricane” is now up at MTV.com (and still not really SFW), but singer Jared Leto says he almost gave up on making an edit the networks would touch. “I had always planned on having an explicit version and then a version that was not so explicit,” he told Entertainment Weekly. “The version that we were trying to get on broadcast is not the explicit version, and that’s still having a really difficult time.” The final version, which has the band menaced by profound iconography and violent men in leather masks while Jared applies various straps and constraints to a female partner (oh mama), is also graced by Leto’s photographer pal Terry Richardson and subliminal shots of erotic naughtiness, some covered by red bars or stills reading “CENSORED,” a la Nine Inch Nails‘ “SCENE MISSING” captions in “Closer.”
Leaking a memo that lays out exactly which shots could only be shown after certain hours, (“Woman runs finger over other woman’s g-string clad bottom and touches her anus” had to go entirely), Leto’s expressed disappointment that he had to justify his oh-so-artistic venture at all. “I’m not interested in provocation for provocation’s sake. I just think it’s interesting that when you turn on the news or whatever else catches your interest, how much violence and negativity is available out there. As soon as it comes time for sexuality, it’s a big shock that people are sexual beings. It’s an interesting double standard to me.” Fair enough, Jared. We just wish your scintillating exploration of America’s issues with sex and violence wasn’t so damn long! Next time, don’t bother with sexy subplots for the band members who didn’t play Jordan Catalano on My So-Called Life.
Though James Franco sported a mustache at the 127 Hours premiere, the star’s soup-strainer seems far more disconcerting after watching him schmooze with infamous photographer Terry Richardson at last night’s RxART party. While the pair’s collaborations have been entertaining—remember Franco in drag last month?—the skeevy shutterbug might not be the best guy to be playing Obi-Wan to everyone’s favorite celebrity grad student and GQ’s Leading Man Of The Year. After all, Richardson has been accused of exposing himself to his models and coercing them to engage in sexual acts on set. Why not hang out with Ethan Hawke, James? Now there’s a guy who knows about juggling quality thespian work with pretentious literary side projects. Richardson can get naked with Jared Leto instead.
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