Tom Ford

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He transformed Gucci from a moribund accessories label into one of the sexiest fashion brands in the world. The pandemic has accelerated a generational shift the reverberations of which will only become more pronounced.

Vanity Fair may earn a portion of sales from products that are purchased through our site as part of our Affiliate Partnerships with retailers. Women for some reason need to see things to kind of give them the confidence to wear it or let their eyes adjust to what the new silhouette is.I’ve been vegan for about four years, but lately I’ve been eating a little bit of fish every now and then. Nothing stays the same, but Ford has his sexy extrovert signatures, and he’s sticking with them—all the way down to the cheeky lace underthings. And they are all in the book in full Tom Ford regalia, be they photographs from fashion editorials, red carpet outings or Instagram moments. For all the glossy surfaces and metallic shine, however, there was an undeniable melancholic undercurrent. But soon “realized very quickly that I was missing having a voice in contemporary culture but I didn’t feel I was ready to jump back in,” he says.

And the I scratch your back, you scratch mine dealing in fashion: “Why would I pay people to wear my clothes? Vogue may earn a portion of sales from products that are purchased through our site as part of our Affiliate Partnerships with retailers. Friends and collaborators who have been with him since those days, like Carine Roitfeld, Elizabeth Saltzman, and Lisa Eisner, were in attendance, but he had things for the Instagram generation, too. She also touches on Ford’s roles as a husband to Richard Buckley (who passed away a few months ago) and a father to their son Jack.

So, that one really is the first chapter, and this is the second chapter, and I long to have a third chapter. Tonight’s collection looked back on his different chapters, the sheer tees and black satin bra tops evoking a Gucci spring 2001 show, the deconstructed chiffon dresses reminiscent of a YSL outing for spring 2002. When the daywear section concluded, a soundtrack of upbeat ’80s hits was swapped out for Freddie Mercury singing “Time Waits for No One. As I look back over this book and over the last 45 years of my career in fashion, I realize that the fashion imagery of our world has become increasingly celebrity-driven.