But in the death of his mother, Richardson has found a subject that's considerably more relatable. His uncensored approach hasn't changed (many of us would shiver at the prospect of offering photos of our own mothers on their deathbeds to tens of thousands of strangers on Tumblr), but it's employed here with a new honesty that's harder to find in his past work. Undoubtedly, Terry's Diary will surely soon transition back to documenting celebrities as they move through their uniquely isolated lives, easily and hungrily watched from afar. In fact, just before pressing publish on this post this morning, I took a final look at Terry's Diary and found a series of topless and fully naked models, outtakes from a photoshoot for the nudity-loving French fashion magazine Purple. OK. That's fine. I may see that work in a new light, too; however manufactured-seeming, it is his life. But I'm equally intrigued to see what else Richardson's signature no-holds-barred approach might reveal as he turns to look elsewhere.