Why does Lena Dunham hate pants? And why does Terry Richardson love only women who eschew pants in favor of nothing? Deep questions.
Dunham has a glossy, charmless, harshly lit editorial as only Richardson can shoot them in the latest issue of V Magazine (the one with an appropriately grunge-y Kristen Stewart on the cover). She has no pants, but she does have Manolo Blahniks and a Calvin Klein bodysuit (above).
Inside, she discusses her unironic love of Taylor Swift (which apparently alienated some fans?) and her joy at getting free clothes:
I cannot get over it. And they actually send them in my size. No one’s being an asshole and sending them to me in a 4. They’re sending me clothes, they fit, and what people should know is that I always wear them. Somehow even if I wouldn’t have bought it, the fact that it was free and my grandma’s depression-era mentality make me think it is the most beautiful thing I ever owned, and I wear it for several days straight.
She also talks about body image, and how she feels blessed that she has more agency over her image than a lot of her peers:
Meeting actresses who such a big part of their job is about what they look like, I feel so lucky to be freed from that prison. I ate cake for breakfast on the day of the Emmys, I ate cake for dinner, my workout didn’t require Spanx, and I still feel like I looked better than people expected me to. It was amazing. I could feel the envy of every woman in the Sunset Tower.
Relatable right up until that last bit, we suppose.
No matter, here’s how Terry Richardson sees the world:
And one more:
You can read the rest of the interview over at V.
Apparently she hates India.