The Terry Richardson photography train keeps right on rolling along, with lingerie and swimsuit models like wicked hottie Charlotte McKinney dying to get their clothes off for Uncle Terry’s camera. Go figure. The world is a funny place. But there’s nothing funny about Charlotte McKinney and her outrageously hot body in skimpy bits of barely covering lingerie in black and white and sextastic all over.
I’m pretty sure it’s impossible to take a bad shot of Charlotte McKinney mostly nekkid. I sure would like to try. When my photos come out poorly, I can tell Charlotte it’s not her, it’s me. Then we’ll both have a chuckle and make sweaty passionate love for the next seventeen hours. I’m big into momentum shifts like that. Damn, Charlotte, you are fine. Enjoy.