TOM FORD. Need I say more?
OK, this is old and well-covered news, but I couldn’t help myself. I blame B at Beautifully Invisible, who clearly shares my Tom Ford obsession. Her post, Whatever Wednesday: Tom Ford 2011, Burberry Bespoke and Boutiques.com, had me scrambling for the December 2010 issue of U.S. Vogue a week before it hit the newsstands.
Alas, it finally dropped, and into my covetous little hands. I loved Mr. Ford’s logic behind his uber-secret Spring 2011 collection debut. I wish the fashion industry would follow his lead, because it makes sense:
…Except for the film Ford was making, and for Terry Richardson, hired to throw himself in the path of every woman, snapping away (to appear on the relaunched Tom Ford Web site), no cameras were allowed. Ford determined that the site’s debut would be in December, when the clothes are nearly in his stores (which is why you see them here for the first time in Vogue).
“I do not understand everyone’s need to see everything online the day after a show,” he says. “I don’t think it ultimately serves the customer, which is the whole point of my business—not to serve journalists or the fashion system. To put something out that’s going to be in a store in six months, and to see it on a starlet, ranked in US magazine next week? My customer doesn’t want to wear the same thing she saw on a starlet!”…
Lucky you…want to read the full interview and see Mr. Ford’s stunning new collection? It’s all on vogue.com now. Read Mr. Ford Returns.
Annie of Makeup and Jeans Girl did a Fashion Beauty Friend Friday swap over at Destrehan’s Daughter. Topic: How to prepare and take a perfect family picture…yourself. Annie’s tips are excellent and to-the-point, and judging from this photo, she knows what she’s talking about!
The best narrative of the week comes from Veshoevius of The Taxonomy of My Wardrobe. In her post, Mariachi Jeans and Mongolian Sheepskin Gilet, V wittily recalls a film director’s colossal cultural faux pas, while also rocking a look (“Mariachi lost in Mongolia”) that I like to think deems us sisters from another mister. First, the words:
The director corralled the Mariachis and I together. Jubilantly grinning and clicking his fingers to some Latin rhythm of his own invention to show that he knew, and was just so clever at the cultural coup he’d scored for his production, he told us to do our thang. Lord only knows what strange vision of flamenco dancing he had in mind. The Mariachis and I regarded each other in faint panic and then had to explain that no such thang would be possible. They couldn’t play flamenco music to save their lives and so I was duly absolved from dancing and spent the day standing around like a decorative pot plant in the background scenery.
And here’s the look…see, I told you so!
And something seriously sweet: Famous Pumpkin Cheesecake by Kristina of Pretty Shiny Sparkly. I’m not a baker, or I’d attempt this myself. But Kristina IS a baker, and her pumpkin cheesecake photodiary is as lovely as I’m sure the finished product is. Jump over to her site to get the recipe and see more delicious photos.