Tonight, on Visionaries, airing on OWN.
Chill the champagne, now.
Here’s a teaser.
Tom Ford likes his fashion, slow.
In the fast fashion lane, that’s like seeing Grace Kelly’s vintage vanilla-ice-cream-coloured Aston Martin with a tortoiseshell steering wheel next to a sputtering, loud motorcycle. Sometimes things make noise and we look at them, but they are gone so fast we can hardly remember them – only the residual noise and smoke remain.
Given that we are already seeing collections far into 2012 (which will seem outdated to us by the time the relevant season arrives), here’s a sneak peek at Mr. Ford’s Fall/Winter 2011 collection look book – but only because he wants you to see it now.
Tom Ford wants you to think all summer about how gorgeous you will look, come September.
What’s that old saying? Slow and steady wins the race…
That blue is back again.
You know the one – you wore it years ago, for that pop of colour – back when pop music was heard on the spirit of radio?
I opted for electric blue when fluorescent colours were all the rage back then. It was under the radar, over ultra-glow, neon yellows, pinks, oranges and greens. I had electric blue socks and an over-sized, handknit mohair cardi in the same hue. I always wore it with black.
Call it brilliant blue, electric blue, cerulean, azure or phthalo - it’s back with a vibrant vengeance.
I’ve been collecting these images for several seasons now. At first, there were random outbursts of colour…but collections for Spring and Fall 2011 are saturated in blue notes – from couture to common, everyday fashion.
These are not your mother’s blues, my dears. These are make-an-entrance, knock-em-dead outfits that will have reds blushing.
Look what the wind blue in – can you imagine these next two on a breezy day? (Note, I didn’t say windy – a subtle breeze is all we want.)
Or you can create your own movement and express yourself…
…the Expressionists certainly did.
Whether in a painting or at a dance, these rich shades and fabrics will have you panting for more.
The shades from season to season vary slightly, but there is a boldness in each blue.
I was obsessed with phthalo blue in my art school years – it had a depth and transparency all at once. Currently, I am obsessed with this gorgeous gown from Bibhu Mohapatra, which to me, exhibits the same qualities – it’s just frothy enough and yet solid in that impeccable neckline and romantic in that empire waistline. I would love to wear this to an art opening, to bring the phthalo full circle.
Even if it’s a darker blue like navy or midnight, it’s a change from the LBD for evening.
It’s also a great way to add a little flair to your day.
I love how the suit has returned, but in what I call Suit 2.0 – the more social, interactive suit – it allows a girl to move. This shade will also make you stand out in the corporate hierarchy.
And quite frankly, also at fashion fêtes the world over – because everyone else will be wearing buh-lack.
Imagine this on a dreary and rainy day.
In this Rachel Roy, you can slink just about anywhere…but might need your own soundtrack to accompany you.
You can toy with your multiple personalities.
The men can play this game, too.
Flirt with as much – or as little colour as you can handle. And be sure to coordinate it with your landscape du jour.
I loved this image by Garance Doré, taken on Ipanema Beach last summer – the play of sunlight, the Louboutin sole against the patent blue, against the straw and sand.
It perfectly captures the energy of Rio as I imagine it to be. “Tall and tan and young and lovely…the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes, each one she passes goes Ahhhhh…”
You might have to change your tune and give a nod to Mod with these on.
And really, could a post like this be complete without a couple of pairs of Blue Suede Shoes?
My head is now exploding with musical references from punk days (mohawk heels, anyone?) to the glitz and groove of glam rock. Perfect boots to Do the Strand in?
These had me taking steps a few hundred years back.
If you can’t walk a mile in those shoes, perhaps you can add a not so subtle bauble to your otherwise neutral ensemble?
This Rado Blue Fascination Jubilé timekeeper has an 18K gold bracelet with 206 diamonds, a scratch-resistant sapphire crystal face and hi-tech ceramic bracelet. Did your heart just skip a beat or few? It will set you back a cool 40K at Birks.
Oh, and let me borrow it? My cost per wear would be sky-high, since I only dabble in colour on occasion.
So, really, this colour has you covered.
It may be a cool tone, but its intensity will have you energized.
It will leave you – electrified.
I’ll have the remaining blue-hued images for you in part deux (yes, there are more if you can believe it).
Image Sources: 1. Vogue.com; 2. Elle.com; 3. Harper’s Bazaar UK; 4. You Tube; 5. Stegosauro; 6. NY Post; 7. Shrimpton Couture; 8, 9. Style.com; 10. Courtesy of Bibhu Mohapatra; 11. Style.com; 12. Shrimpton Couture; 13. Vogue.com; 14. WWD; 15. Elle.com; 16. Courtesy of Costume National; 17. Getty Images; 18. Style.com; 19. Courtesy of Viktor and Rolf; 20. Style.com; 21. Vogue.com; 22. Garance Dore; 23. Pierre Cardin Shoes at the Bata photographed by Me; 24-26 Style.com; 27. Vogue.com; 28. Courtesy of Rado; 29. Style.com; 30. Vogue.com; 31. Luxury Emporium; 32. Vogue.com.
If there was ever any doubt about the power of fashion in Hollywood, all rumours were put safely to bed after an almost eight-hour marathon of mode.
The Red Carpet, the Oscars’ broadcast, the party frocks post-show…it’s an endless parade of designs and designers that have become ubiquitous even for those of you who weren’t born with a Vogue subscription.
We are all used to the “who are you wearing” question on the carpet – many of us watch only for that reason.
However, this year a line was crossed – in branded shoes. There was no tip-toeing about it.
Along with the entourage that celebs thank in their speeches, there were two notable fashion designer mentions.
Natalie Portman, accepting the Golden Man for her Best Actress role in Black Swan, thanked Kate and Laura Mulleavy of Rodarte, for the smattering of dresses they created for the film.
When so many actors are contractually tied to a fashion house, Portman’s words seemed heartfelt (she is friends with the sartorial sisters).
Colin Firth, who never has far to reach for an eloquent word or few, emoted similarly of his friendship with Tom Ford.
The diamond studs on his shirt couldn’t out-sparkle the brilliance emanating from Firth, as he accepted his win for Best Actor in The King’s Speech.
And while Anne Hathaway wore numerous dresses on stage, she repeated this Versace gown at the after-party, saying she felt “it didn’t get enough air time”.
That sound you hear? It’s celeb phones ringing off the hook for next year’s couture circus.
Image credits: BBC, BBC, NDTV, The Star Ledger.
Anne Hathaway couldn’t just pick one dress – she was the hostess with the mostest mode. I think the final count was eight, including her Red Carpet number?
Her girly gushing and cat-calling aside (ahem, you are the host, Ms. Hathaway and a paid pro), I thought she looked like an elegant lady in the following…
Hathaway wasn’t the only one in Givenchy Couture, by the way.
I could have done without the Swarovski-encrusted false eyelashes, though.
Images: The Star-Ledger.
There was a selection of spiffy souls at the Brit film and TV industry’s annual awards night, earlier tonight.
Held at the fitting Royal Opera House in Covent Garden (one of my fave haunts in Londontown) on a rainy and cold February night, these poised performers were none the worse for wear.
Images courtesy of Getty, unless noted otherwise.
The latest mag rack appearance of our fave rich rag-trade royal is on the cover of the February issue of Interview, photographed by Craig McDean.
We know the man can cut a sharp suit, but the Edward Scissorhands layout and images by McDean brought the point home.
So much for walking softly.
The big stick, we can be sure of.
Images courtesy of Interviewmagazine.com.
I need a new perspective.
Nothing a new pair of specs can’t fix.
Loved the wider take on the classic cat’s eye frame, here.
There is media savvy – and then there is media mastery. Only the latter can be used to describe Tom Ford, or as I like to call him, Mr. Darling.
He is the biggest fashion tease, is he not? First he leaves women’s fashion, makes a beautiful and touching film, then decides he is coming back to his ladies. He then plays coy and doesn’t tell us when it will be. And when he does return, it’s wrapped in mystery – no outside cameras, a media lockdown, a massive attack against the masses, so to speak.
Then, we get morsels served in due course, so that we can savour each byte and remember what it is that we hungered for.
First, there was the release to Anna’s Vogue. Of course, it was first. Even Mr. Ford knows that.
Then, there was the collaboration with Carine - Ford guest edited the December 2010/January 2011 issue of Paris Vogue – a larger coup than one imagined at the time, given Carine’s announcement that it would be her last issue after a decade at the publication.
Since then, images of the collection have been making the social circuit – the online one.
Now, at last, we have the video.
Is it a slick production? Is it a love/lust fest? Is it everything we didn’t know we wanted but so desperately need now?
…Is his name Tom Ford?
And the collection. I’m not a print-cess but those suits! And Daphne in that coat! Marisa, Lauren, Liya - a celebration of beautiful, strong, diverse women.
I’m watching it again, with a glass of champagne. [Watch it in full screen for maximum impact.]
Here’s to you, Mr. Darling. Lovely to have you in my life again.
Anna may have gotten the first shots, but Carine pulled off the ultimate cover coup.
Mme Roitfeld booked Tom Ford to guest edit ze grand dame of magazines – Vogue Paris, for the December/January issue.
[Click on images to view larger version. If you are having a Jerry Hall moment, you are not the only one.]
Of course, Roitfeld insists this was before anyone knew that Mr. Ford was going to be designing womenswear, but given that Carine has been a muse for Mr. Darling for the equivalent of a fashion lifetime, I am guessing she had un petit hint.
Frankly, I believe this was all part of a non-masse, un-fast fashion plan by the savvy duo to do things a little old school, to have a long-term strategy (to you new marketing kids, it still works), to give us glossy content, via traditional (so old its new again) silky-paged magazines that you pick up on an actual street corner, cross the cobblestoned street corner in your stilettos with, and read while sitting at Café de Flore, deep claret lipstick lining your cup as you pour over pictures and imagine the tailoring of a jacket hitting your curves.
These two know how to give good fantasy, each in their own right.
The two of them together are just reminding me of what fashion is all about.
I am tired of generic, low-end, high volume.
I want the excitement of a new arrival at my local mag boutique – even on days when I am already carrying too much.
I want to have waited for a perfect suit for so many years – to have that hunger satiated – like biting into a Ladurée rose macaroon after ages of wanting that taste in your mouth again.
I want something that not everyone can have by lining up or going online. (This is also why I don’t believe the Tom Ford + H&M rumour. Why would a man wait so long to step back into womenswear, hold an exclusive show, not release any images of it and then go fast fashion as the next step? It doesn’t make sense to me and might just break my heart.)
I want the fantastical whimsy of fashion again – as I have learned to love it, photograph after photograph, gradually built up like the perfect ensemble.
I want the luxury of slow fashion, again.
I want images from current magazines to resonate with me years later, as the ones from old Detours and Taxis and Liz Tilberis Harper’s Bazaars and Anna American Vogues have for decades. They are vivid slide shows in my mind – remembered far better and in greater detail than some of the master artworks I had to memorize in school.
I want my passion and desire for fashion back and something about this reminds me of a time when I adored it so – when it was still something that not everyone knew.
Reviving old passions…rooting new ones…isn’t that a perfect way to end 2010 and ring in a beautiful, glamourous, amorous 2011?
The issue hits stands November 30th. [Update Jan 4th: Darlings, this is Carine's last issue - pick one up before the collector's edition is gone! It hit newstands in Toronto over the weekend, after many delays with planes, trains and automobiles.]
All images courtesy of Vogue Paris.
Leave it to our friend Ah-na to snag the first shots of Mr. Ford’s return to womenswear, and as such, the return to the warm and cozy place in our hearts reserved only for him.
Or course, the buzz about his SS11 collection has been all a-Twitter since late August: will he be designing, he might be showing, he IS showing in September…
And then there was the media ban (social and otherwise) to the lucky few attendees of that historic show.
There were iPhone recorded leaks and vague descriptions after the fact, but I respected Ford’s decision to not unleash this mode en masse and have reserved posting about it until he was ready for us to know.
The vagueness vanished this morning, when Vogue.com posted these first shots.
I’m not sure how I feel about glitzy animal prints but am loving the shag and the starburst accessories. I prefer my glitz in slightly smaller doses, like the paillette jacket on Stella Tennant below.
Is it moi, or has Ford grown far too thin? He is a changed man in these photos by Steven Meisel.
What’s always drawn me to Ford’s collections – other than the sheer sensuality of his clothes – are his suits. Tailored to perfection, the pants give you amazon legs and his jackets are made for curves. For me, he does the perfect interpretation of a man’s suit for a woman’s body.
Tom Ford gets us. He really, really gets us – and loves every inch of us in the most sensual of ways.
Good to have you back, darling. I mean, Mr. Darling.
Photos by Steven Meisel for Vogue. Read the accompanying article by Sarah Mower on Vogue.com.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to look downright dangereuse.
Did I mention dreamy, dapper, daring and darling?
Those apply, aussi.
Here’s a clink of a scotch glass to a man who can play on any team – and look divine doing it.
International Man of Mystery – one Tom Ford – graces the cover of Esquire Spain.
There was more to see at the Met’s Costume Institute Gala than usual this year – with so many celebs and designers mixing it up. It’s also a major media frenzy now, so that just adds fuel to the fame game.
So, we left with those who dressed for their age and those who didn’t – on both sides of the age equation. There was also a whole lot of minimal chic going on, which I much prefer over poufs.
Thankfully, just for added flavour, there was still a dash of drama. What would a red carpet be without it?
Uberposer and Canadian expressionist, Coco Rocha was a train-blazer in her Zac Posen gown.
Katy Perry didn’t just cut a rug at the soirée, she lit it up in her CuteCircuit LED gown.
Speaking of which, there were other women there just radiating glam last night. Mila Kunis has been blossoming into a stylista to watch. This is the second time she has impressed me – this time in Vera Wang.
In the last post, I included a pic of garma-garam designer Rachel Roy, along with a pic of Jessica Stam, whom she dressed. Well, look at Liya Kebede – also wearing RRNY. I love the contrast of each look and how each woman made the label their own. Both Roy and Kebede are such great role models for women today – they inspire me with so much more than just their fashion.
But if we are talking grand dames, my darlings, there is no better snapshot than this…
The men are getting into the gladrag game more and more at these events. Joshua Jackson looked so dapper in Calvin Klein. This one stopped me in my tracks. Puffy/Diddy/Sean Combs was wearing Dries? Did I read that right? Dries Van Noten? Wow – we’ve come a long way, baby. Love the black on black two-tone shoes, too. I could’ve done without the pinky ring, but it’s a Dries tux so I can overlook it.
But if my heart belongs to anyone, it’s to the untouchable international man of mystery, one Tom Ford.
Gasp! Is that a sandy-mauve dinner jacket, Mr. Ford? Well played, indeed. Ford’s razor-sharp suits have us recalling the glam ’50s but nothing is dated here. And what a sweet kiss from a rose we received with that lapel accent. Magnifique!
Marion Cotillard should have posed for at least one photo with the illustrious Mr. Ford. It would have been a Kodak memento for us all.
M.I.A also caught the light and shined right back into it, in a webbed gown and black jumpsuit combo by Alexander Wang for Gap. Yes, that Gap.
She toughened it up, while Kate Bosworth opted for quieter glamour.
Wish these two ladies had followed the same path. Their golden globes were out in full force.
The colour is beautiful on Hendricks, but there was no need for the squeeze into this L’Wren Scott number or for the giant moppy flower, which is too close to her hair colour. She is so lovely and could have worn a million dresses…sigh.
For the most part, things were muted or neutral but I liked the splashes of jewel tones thrown about.
Hendricks’ Mad Men cast mate January Jones chose better – she was right on the money with her edgy, galactic vibe.
Party fixture Chloe Sevigny isn’t usually one of my style faves, but I liked her choice of turquoise Proenza Schouler. It was well paired with the black lingerie and pumps and she pulled it off perfectly.
But if you are going to do drama, no better call to make than to Auntie Viv, as Thandie Newton did. I would have changed the hair and lost that necklace, but the dress is like wearable origami.
Ok, so I lied – I have a thought or two left on a look or two more from the gala. Look for that tomorrow.
Images courtesy of WWD, Style.com and JustJared.com. Katy Perry images from Faded Youth Blog and Huffington Post, respectively.
Foot notes: garma-garam = perfectly hot
Here are my comments on the 2010 Golden Globes’ fash dash.
The red carpet was full of black – not a huge surprise, but there’s been less of it in recent years from the A-listers (most of the hired PR help in the background do the black).
People played it safe, but played up the accessories to enhance the noir palette.
January Jones accessorized her Lanvin shoulder twist dress with a fresh updo and ribbon headband. This look isn’t new but it made Jones look fresh, much preferred to the overdone poufs down the carpet.
There was a teardrop earring trend – my favourites were the topaz and diamond numbers worn by Courtney Cox. Her hair was my favourite of the night, too. I am definitely working that do at a future event (incidentally, it looks much better from the side – didn’t photograph that well). The earrings I will dream about.
Julianne Moore wore a pair of teardrops as well – not as stunning as Courtney’s…
…but then she already had the best accessory of the night…Mr. Ford on her arm. Made up for her lack-lustre Balenciaga flopping dress.
Nudes and whites also dominated…Drew did nude best, in Atelier Versace.
I wasn’t crazy about Kate Hudson’s Marchesa dress, but props to her for being able to walk in these insane platforms.
Then there were the random bursts of jewel tones…
Maggie Gyllenhaal’s coral RM by Roland Mouret dress fit her to perfection. It was simple, yet unique. The organza applique reminds me of my mom’s sarees.
Cameron Diaz dared to wear red – always a great colour on her. The dress is a McQueen stunner, but it’s meant to be worn with utter confidence. Having to hold up the train because of the rain and it being satin, it just didn’t come across like it should have.
Thanks Cameron for not wearing nude lipstick with a red dress – usually the safe route in Hollywood.
I’m not one for big dresses, but Sofia Vergara from Modern Family carried the graphite and red Carolina Herrera so beautifully.
Her dewy makeup and side-pinned loose hair was oh so elegant.
The men played it safe this year. Alas, no Johnny on the red carpet.
Mickey Rourke represented though, with an alligator lapelled suit. On anyone else, it would have been ridiculous…but it was very Mickey.
And English gentleman Colin Firth was a class act with 1920s diamond studs on his shirt, dressed by Mr. Ford, of course.