from Jezebel, 3/17/10:
Jamie Peck, who was 19 at the time, shot with Richardson at his studio twice. Although she was prepared and willing to pose for him nude, she writes, "This man has built his business/pleasure empire on breaking the cardinal rule of asking a young girl you don't know to come over to your house and hang out naked: don't be a fucking creep."
...The environment she writes about at the studio, where she is surrounded by Richardson and his assistants, all armed with cameras (and, apparently, towels), all cheering her along, and all acting like it's the most natural thing in the world for a photographer to interrupt a shoot and demand a hand job from his model, is even more troubling. "Inappropriate" and "unprofessional" don't even begin to cover it. Given the power differential that exists between Richardson, who is old, wealthy, regarded as an artist, and vastly influential, and most of his model subjects, can the consent of these women even be said to be freely given?
from Photo-Eye New Arrivals email, 3/19/10:
The photographs have a clear Vice-generation, Terry Richardson-esque, LA drenched hedonist edge to them, but this is tempered by a kind of subtle melancholy — as if under the celebration of lifestyle there is a softly spoken lamentation, a quality which makes Deathcamp a sort of visual cousin to Brent Easton Ellis's 1985 masterpiece Less Than Zero. Signed copies arriving soon, now available for preorder.