He relentlessly, shamelessly and aggressively owns the tacky. And he never forgets the vulgarity, ostentatious, and blatant decadence of a side of high fashion that even though I wouldn’t touch with a 10-mile pole, I’m more than entertained by. And thank goodness not a trace of stupid, insipid normcore with bored children scowling at the camera, in flat lighting… I like that about him and all this. And he’s a much more energized, creative and useful photographer than Karl can ever dream to be.
A stripped Marlon being violated by the women are the best shots.
Thanks for the pics, ladies