We know you like her nipples, too, Terry. You took two close-up pictures of those puffy little so-and-sos and your heart probably sings every time you look at them. We know her name is Robyn, but that’s all we know. Aren’t you going to introduce us, Terry? Where are your manners?
Oh, we see how it is. You want to keep Robyn to yourself. We can’t blame you; if we had found that PYT before you did, we would ask her to sit for an oil painting that we’d never ever finish. What will you do now that you’ve taken her picture? You have the photos and the memories, but do you still have Robyn? The fleeing muse, Terry: it’s a scary reality.
· See bigger pictures of Robyn at Terry Richardson’s Diary (terrysdiary.com)