It is not uncommon for Ford Models and its various boards to create special promotional material. Seasonal show packages are perhaps the most visible form of this marketing genre, but by no means are the only.
There is no question that Vogue Türkiye is one of the rising editions of the industry’s number one magazine title. Since its launch in March 2010 Vogue Türkiye has published an impressive body of work including covers that use actual models such as Maryna Linchuk instead of future zed-list celebrities, editorials with Alana Zimmer, Ranya Mordanova, Alexandra Tretter, and more.
Decades before any Jeremy Scott collection ever riffed on consumer goods labels or deli slices could in any way be construed as formal attire, French designer Jean-Charles de Castelbajac was busy chainsawing a niche out of fashion for himself.
Nearly a year ago photographer Richard Burbridge‘s “War Heroes” story featuring Ford Men’s Aiden Andrews appeared in Dazed & Confused. Aiden and the story’s other models were rendered all but unrecognizable through the makeup nous of Peter Phillips that turned otherwise top models into artfully grizzled veterans of war.
This just in…interweb steals print’s thunder! Well, OK, there’s not even a shred of a story in an opener that could only be less breaking were it a hardboiled egg covered in bubble wrap inside of a bouncy castle in low earth orbit.
As fashion magazine issue themes go, hedonism is more than a touch superfluous. Luxury entreaties of every stripe from designer denim to drink greet readers at the turn of nearly every page. If that isn’t an explicit come-hither invitation to indulge wherever and whenever a two-inch mirror in a club toilet type opportunity presents itself, then I don’t know what is.
The parting shot of Stanley Kubrick‘s The Shining focuses on a 1921 portrait of the Overlook Hotel’s staff that includes a beaming Jack Torrance memorably played by Jack Nicholson. This photographic sleight of hand is an unsettling coda that suggest Jack’s terror was not limited to the episode chronicled in Kubrick’s masterpiece.
It’s an old riff, mind, but the layout of Teen Vogue is maddeningly delightful in how it drifts in and out of advertising and editorials in a way that the so-called grown-up issue could only dream — think advertorial on PCP.
For an endearingly irreverent, 5’9″ (175 cm) girl with a predilection for spontaneous wardrobe modification by way of bleach, cheese grater, and even coffee grounds (yes, coffee grounds), modeling would seem a safe career path until, say, daredevil bespoke tailoring performance art becomes a more viable option.