By Thor’s hammer, who can’t Terry Richardson get into his private studio for some flirty, sexy, or downright nekkid photos? It’s like that lucky bastard is going through the photo subject wish list in my own head and commandeering it for his own prurient delights. In short, unfair.
Bar Refaeli is the latest smoking hot lady of the great looks to go before Terry’s camera for some simple, but definitely memorably teasy photos. The Israeli sextastic supermodel remains near the top of so many lists I have, including things involving leather, lace, and some old squash racquets I found in the basement. Bar, why don’t you come to my studio. I won’t have a camera, you won’t have any clothes, we can go total old school. Call me. Enjoy.