Felice Fawn When Fawn told Richardson over a preliminary Skype meeting that she would never "sell her body for fame", he responded:
Pretty fast, I might add.
My new fake friends would've been bummed if I'd said no.
On my way out, I ran into eternally youthful Gen X-er John Norris, who was super psyched to be interviewing a bunch of bands for Internet start-up Noisevox.
Why is this so hard for some people to understand?
A week later, TV stations ran censored Bill Henson photographs with a story on John Hatzistergos's changes to child pornography laws.
Afterwards, I scampered over to the Terrorbird Media party, where the Fresh and Onlys were jamming on some serious neo post punk.
I must have said something about finals, because he told me, "if you make me come, you get an A.
Peck was supposed to receive payment in the form of a signed print, but she was too disgusted with what had happened at Richardson's studio to return to pick it up.
Nor did I expect, or feel that I deserved, to be simply because of the kind of work I was there to do.
The email followed a UK newspaper article which asked why the photographer was still being "feted by fashionistas" in the wake of the Weinstein revelations.