Great insight into the man that is Tom Ford.
Tom Ford: Visionary
Look past the fashion-industry required nonsense talk, and I think you’ll find an interesting a very smart man in Tom Ford. I certainly found this hour-long special from the Oprah network worth my time.
Below are a few shots that I took at a pre-Christmas HB event that I attended. It was a great night out and it was nice to be able to meet other similar minded men in Melbourne. More photos after the break.
From one of my all time favourite books ‘A Single Man’ written by Christopher Isherwood and later turned into a very successful movie by Tom Ford. This is my favourite passage, especially the piece about the ‘grim disciplinarian’.
Waking up begins with saying am and now. That which has awoken then lies for a while staring up at the ceiling and down into itself until it has recognized I, and therefore deduced I am, I am now. Here comes next, and is at least negatively reassuring; because here, this morning, is where it has expected to find itself: what’s called at home.
But now isn’t simply now. Now is a cold reminder: one whole day later than yesterday, one year later than last year. Every now is labelled with its date, rendering all past nows obsolete, until — later or sooner — perhaps — no, not perhaps — quite certainly: it will come.
Fear tweaks the vagus nerve. A sickish shrinking from what waits, somewhere out there, dead ahead.
But meanwhile the cortex, that grim disciplinarian, has taken its place at the central controls and has been testing them, one after another: the legs stretch, the lower back is arched, the fingers clench and relax. And now, over the entire intercommunication system, is issued the first general order of the day: UP.
Obediently the body levers itself out of bed — wincing from twinges in the arthritic thumbs and the left knee, mildly nauseated by the pylorous in a state of spasm — and shambles naked into the bathroom, where its bladder is emptied and it is weighed: still a bit over 150 pounds, in spite of all that toiling at the gym! Then to the mirror.
What it sees there isn’t so much a face as the expression of a predicament. Here’s what it has done to itself, here’s the mess it has somehow managed to get itself into during its fifty-eight years; expressed in terms of a dull, harassed stare, a coarsened nose, a mouth dragged down by the corners into a grimace as if at the sourness of its own toxins, cheeks sagging from their anchors of muscle, a throat hanging limp in tiny wrinkled folds. The harassed look is that of a desperately tired swimmer or runner; yet there is no question of stopping. The creature we are watching will struggle on and on until it drops. Not because it is heroic. It can imagine no alternative.
Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face — the face of the child, the boy, the young man, the not-so-young man — all present still, preserved like fossils on superimposed layers, and, like fossils, dead. Their message to this live dying creature is: Look at us — we have died — what is there to be afraid of?
It answers them: But that happened so gradually, so easily. I’m afraid of being rushed.
It stares and stares. Its lips part. It starts to breathe through its mouth. Until the cortex orders it impatiently to wash, to shave, to brush its hair. Its nakedness has to be covered. It must be dressed up in clothes because it is going outside, into the world of the other people; and these others must be able to identify it. It’s behaviour must be acceptable to them.
Obediently, it washes, shaves, brushes its hair, for it accepts its responsibilities to the others. It is even glad that it has its place among them. It knows what is expected of it.
It knows its name. It is called George.
– Christopher Isherwood, A Single Man
If you’ve never heard of Jill Scott, you have been missing out on one of the greatest voices of our generation. The album ‘Live in Paris’ is a favourite and this is how it kicks off …
Guido is a man with great style and whom I often refer to on this website. I don’t always like the looks he pulls together, and I’m not as enthusiastic about knit ties as he is, but the reason I really like this guy is because he does the basics really well. This is what you have to get right before you branch out into the other areas of menswear.
Monday already, feels like ground hog day. There fore back to basics as it is easier said than done whilst most aim to out Lapo himself when that is bound to end in a hotel room bender…
I like to think of myself as a gentleman in training …
“I am quite aware that I shall annoy some people by my insistence on correctness based on tradition in the choice of certain articles of clothing; that I shall be called a snob and out of date. My reply again is that the suit is the dress of a gentleman. If you are one, you will instinctively, almost unconsciously, uphold its standards. If you are not, you might like to be helped. Don’t forget, I was not born a gentleman. But I was born with sharp eyes that noticed what a real gentleman wore and a curious mind which enquired into the origins of his style. What I learned I am trying to pass on.”
– Hardy Amies (via voxsart)