I’m constantly amazed by the work of Terry Richardson.
He has this insanely acute way of bringing out the most raw elements of what constitute a face. His pictures seem to stop both time and motion and all his subjects suddenly possess a you-will-look-at-me-now power they never had before.
Look at MK.
Pure, sheer, grit.
When I look at his pictures, I completely forget he’s primarily a fashion photographer. You lose the clothes; you just can’t stop looking at the face.
Wino obviously needed a good bedtime substitute since the real McCoy was in jail.