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Teri at his favorite restaurant, the steakhouse; in the '90s; and a shot from his FB page. (Images via Teri Noel Towe)

Teri Noel Towe, widely regarded as a painting, architecture, classical music and vinyl expert — who also had a career as an erotic photographer in the '80s and '90s — died today. He was 76.

Teri was found dead in his New York, home. There is no cause of death yet, but he had been in failing health for some time.

Born and raised in Connecticut, Teri studied art history and was a lawyer for many years, having graduated from the School of Law of the University of Virginia in Charlottesville and becoming a partner at Ganz, Hollinger & Towe.

He turned his hobby of collecting rare vinyl into producing broadcasts on the topic of classical music for WBAI 99.5FM in NYC from 1974-1986. He hosted Towe on Thursday on WPRB Princeton for over 15 years.

Having befriended many in the field of beefcake photography — including The Magazine's Bob Mainardi and Trent Dunphy and photographers like Kurt Deitrick (aka Kent Schlesselman) and John Paignton (aka John S. Barrington) — he tried his hand at shooting, creating hundreds of thousands of images in his NYC apartment.

(Images by Teri Noel Towe)

Among his subjects were famous faces in the gay adult world, including Joey Stefano, Chris Williams and Casey Jordan.

During this phase, his studio name was Blue Diamond.

Teri was a cultured guy who was known to friends as the Laughing Cavalier, a nickname from his Princeton days. He was very informed about the arts and extremely opinionated about politics and other current events. His final Facebook post decried Trump's tariffs.

He was also a hoarder of beauty. His home was filled with more records than you have ever seen in your life, and he prided himself on owning quite a few one-of-a-kind antiquities.

Teri is survived by family and friends, including his good friend John Michael Cox, Jr., who published his Blue Diamond magazines via Star Distributor.

Ave atque vale

RIP Teri (Image via Teri Noel Towe)

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Bonus shot after the jump that is a reallll eye-opener:

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I know it seems there are bigger fish to fry in the world, but I truly think this sort of thing is a canary in the coal mine of much worse to come: I'm consistently blown away by how deeply stupid people are when it comes to obvious AI and Photoshop.

We live in a world where every bonkers conspiracy theory picks up traction instantly, yet clearly altered images are swallowed whole.

Sites like Classic throwback on Facebook are FLOODING my timeline (and, I assume, yours, considering they have 1.5 million followers, no doubt many from advertising). Their content is a mixed bag in that some of it is legit, albeit rehashed, celeb stuff — a photo of the late Alan Rickman, a flashback to Laurel & Hardy — but some is completely fake, clearly designed to provoke angry, algorithm-and-blues reactions.

Like mine, I admit.