With all due respect to that crooning lad from Ontario, his fans don’t have anything on those of Ford Men’s Francisco Lachowski. Such is the baying excitement that no sooner than I make mention of our agency address at 291 Geary St, is our Twitter flooded with a dozen inquiries about the 6’2″ (188 cm) boy from Brazil. Is he in town? Does he like his fans? What’s his girl’s na–People, that was San Francisco, relax! Despite Chico being a couple miracles shy of canonization, Francisco’s fans are undiminished in their support or number of fuckyeah reblogs.
Rare is the day when a thick envelope from Edizioni Condé Nast S.P.A. arrives on my desk and not someone else’s. Rarer still is the same day in which said thick envelope arrives that I post its contents on this page. I have seen enough Fall / Winter 2011 shows (48 to be precise), however to know that when the first name “Julia” is followed by the surname “Saner,” then I had better stop what I am doing and immediately get on whatever Ford’s Julia Saner has already done.
If anything, Thom Browne is persistent. The American menswear designer previously tried his hand at an acting career in Los Angeles years ago prior to his now increasingly successful foray into the world of fashion. His seasonal presentations are not without their own unique theatricality — diminutive plaid suits paired with Apollo-era space helmets and colonial-era powdered-wigs coupled with Ben Franklin spectacles have been two recent runway approaches taken by Browne.
The Monday morning following the restoration of daylight saving time is a dizzying enough experience, but the loss of one hour combined with a triple shot of Crystal Renn editorials was enough to knock me off my feet. Three new editorials in one morning?! Yes! Crystal teamed up with StyleCaster to create an ambitious week-long editorial triptych of videos and still images called “Crystal Renn: Identity” by film and video photographers Dusan Reljin, Cameron Krone, and Jason Last.
The last time I saw Ford Men’s Paolo Anchisi it was at Milk Studios last month on a cold Tuesday morning during New York Fashion Week. The occasion was the presentation of the RAD by Rad Hourani Collection #3. The styling logistics of outfitting the models with their first looks could not have been more complicated. Pouring even a lithe Paolo Anchisi into a pair of unforgiving black tights, the collection’s foundational garment, seemed to require the proverbial two men and a boy.
Were you to proclaim the very declaration contained in this editorial’s title, “All Roads Lead to Milan,” then it is likely you would not be met with suppressed laughter so long as you were also dressed head to toe in Salvatore Ferragamo. Throw on a silly mask or party hat and spout similarly cartography-defying logic and I reckon the designer label that began as a boot shop on Hollywood Boulevard in the early part of the last century still would have you covered.
Back at Magazine Mountain stories patiently wait for their feature on this page after having weathered the editorial winter that was the most recent show season. One cover story in particular has been staring at me with eyes that seemingly follow me around my messy office…and down the hall…in my distant apartment…even in my dreams! The tension has reached such a fever pitch that in order to relieve it I must share with you that Ford’s Hannelore Knuts features on one of the five special edition Spring / Summer 2011 covers of the biannual Grey photographed by Yelena Yemchuk.
Vogue Paris, that editorial playground for the Crystals and Karmens of the world, traditionally isn’t given over to using boys in its stories. When it does, they’re typically garnishing for the female subjects. Occasionally, however they are cast in more substantive roles that actually carry with them styling credits.
Of course these pictures have been on the interweb for a minute, but with the two hundred odd shows of the past F/W 11 runway season having taken precedent and that veritable 14.5 light year distance between the Japanese island of Honshu and North America having prevented the magazine’s timely arrival at our Park Avenue newsstand I’ve frankly not had an opportunity to write about them on this page.
Before I can truly call full time on the F/W 11 show season I must first push this Paris review out the door. New York Fashion Week felt like a lark after the way Milano Moda Donna made me (not to mention the models!) feel. There is something about cramming all those Milano shows into what are essentially four days rather than the six on the calendar that is downright brutal.