They're
out there: hoity-toity connoisseurs just waiting to tell you that
fashion photographers aren't real artists. They'll say, "Bla, bla, bla
isn't fine art. Bla, bla, bla isn't thought-provoking... Bla."
Then they'll take a sip of free champgne from a plastic cup and check
their Blackberries when it's your turn to talk. Well, after seeing David LaChapelle's Jesus is My Homeboy at
the Wolfgang Roth gallery on NE 39th, we don't believe them anymore.
The exhibit is proof that all those thin, p
