British fashion photographer Terry Richardson produces strikingly beautiful images that sit on the fine line between art and commercialism, and is known for his work in W, The Face, ID and Vogue Hommes International. Son of Bob however explores some edgier and raunchier territory. It is a gleeful show of sex, travelogue scenes of an American underbelly, amorous masked and caped crusaders, professional wrestling fans, Harmony Korine, excreta, genitalia, food, and assorted candid portraits. These are party nights and hangover mornings, an extreme display of confrontational horseplay and rude humor. Citing “America’s Funniest Home Videos, the amateur shots in Hustler, and archival photos from family albums and portraits from school or Woolworth’s” as influences, Richardson combines these opposing sensibilities into a provocative documentary approach that will indeed push some buttons, in addition to finding a ravenous audience.