My first job working in retail was at the Roosevelt Field Mall out on Long Island. It was at the UNITED COLORS OF BENNETON SHOP right to the right of the escalator below the food court. I remember it like it was yesterday. Saving my pennies to buy, I don't know, something cheap. Those were days. Young and innocent.
I was working as a sales associate when I had my first
Terry Richardson experience. We were unpacking our new window supplements when all of the sudden my manager (nice lady- mother of two) started to get red in the face. She not only looked red in the face- but she looked terrified. Like someone was raping a lamb or something. I was like, "what? what's wrong?"...This is what was staring her in the face........
and then this one........

oh yah and this one too.......

Needless to say, this Sisley campaign had to take a back seat in backstock and never saw the light of day. My first reaction to it was kind of like, "what the fuck?," and "I can't believe he took a picture like that." But later that night, when my manager left and it was just April (cool as ice girl from Jamaica Estates) and I closing up, she schooled me on all things Richardson. I went from being freaked to being smitten. Now brands like Gucci, Stussy, and Tom Ford have caught on to his raw, testosterone injected, semi-erotic, deer-in-headlights images so much so that he is kind of old news. But I can't get enough. I'm hooked for life. Don't they say it always hurts the first time?
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