Ever the showman, Terry Richardson chose Oscar weekend to debut his first solo exhibition in Los Angeles. Hollywood, meet Terrywood. The exhibition of 25 photographs at L.A.'s OHWOW Gallery captures some of the city's most celebrated sights, landscapes, and still-lifes—just about everything, in other words, except his snapshot-influenced portraits. Not that the celeb-heavy throng that came to celebrate the show and party afterwards at the Chateau Marmont seemed to mind—most had already been snapped by the lensman, anyway. Tom Ford, James Franco, Tyler the Creator, and Richardson partner-in-crime Jared Leto all came for a look. After reconnecting with Rachel Zoe and MOCA's Jeffrey Deitch, China Chow singled out her favorite work on display. "I really like the paparazzi shot with the flashing bulbs because it's so unexpected," she said. Maybe less unexpected than apropos on this particular weekend. As the gallery cleared out, guests and sometime subjects including Pamela Anderson and Lindsay Lohan filed into Bungalow 1 at the Chateau. Life imitated art as guests were greeted with In-N-Out burgers, the subject of one of the photos in the show. Among fellow models May Andersen and Erin Wasson, Frankie Rayder admired the man of the hour for his uncanny ability to get his subjects to let their hair (and frequently, everything else) down. "It's just Terry," Rayder said. "People trust him and he's just really comfortable to be around. It doesn't matter who you are, he makes you feel special in that moment."—Alexis Brunswick read more..
Sunday, 26 February 2012
Sunday, 19 February 2012
Terry Richardson-Carine Roitfeld-Olivier Zahm
Bill Powers put it this way: "They may be French, but they're all-American, because what do you get what you cross red, white, and blue?" Purple, of course—and the French-inflected crowd that packed into Tribeca eatery Super Linda last night to celebrate the magazine's latest issue. Olivier Zahm and Carine Roitfeld, a guest editor for this edition, swung by the back booth to say hi to Vinoodh Matadin and Inez van Lamsweerde; tucked in with the photographer duo was Johan Lindeberg—BLK DNM was celebrating its one-year anniversary, and earlier in the day Zahm had pretty much literally put the magazine on the wall at Lindeberg's Lafayette Street shop. Robert Longo, who'd been there signing prints, got up from his seat to chat with fellow contributor Terry Richardson, while André Saraiva, who'd had an art opening at Powers' Half Gallery earlier in the evening, held court in a dashing scarf. Lindsay Lohan wore an overcoat, having caught a chill while outside on a smoke break. It's a Purple tradition of sorts that there be more guests than seats available, which led to cozy lap-sitting: Annabelle Dexter-Jones on Saraiva, Mark Borthwick on Waris Ahluwalia. The restaurant's Matt Abramcyk circulated, trying to keep the salads and meat platters arriving in due course. "I don't eat the head," Lily Donaldson said of the unshelled prawns that were going around. "Only French people eat the head—they like to suck out the brains." She scanned the room for Zahm, hoping he might confirm, but couldn't spot him. Later, at the after-party at the Standard, Zahm skipped the elbow-to-elbow struggle of the Boom Boom Room for the hazy, dance-friendly freedom of Le Bain. And the only thing he was sucking down was a drink.—Darrell Hartman read more..