Another typically unabashed shoot for the latest issue of Purple Magazine by Terry Richardson.
Things change, things remain the same. Nudity, sex, fashion: somehow it’s a triangle that these days fails to stand up without all three sides. That’s true for magazines like Purple, a magazine that often has just as much skin as fashion but that has the latter word in its title – leaving no doubt of what it considers itself to be. Purple fashion. So what’s the continued justification here? What makes a Terry Richardson shoot of a full-frontal nude Camille Rowe, peddling sex instead of clothing, relevant to fashion? What makes it any different to a shoot in the kind of magazine aimed purely at men and stacked on the top shelves of service stations?