For this week’s closing story I would like to turn to the publishing world of Hearst. Some 340 pages into Harper’s Bazaar March 2011 there is a colorful editorial by photographer Daniel Jackson and fashion editor Brana Wolf that features Ford’s Anais Mali and Rose Cordero. Titled “What’s Bright Now” this otherwise routine spring 2011 editorial is made to pop by opening with Anais who wears a Calvin Klein Collection dress, Patricia Underwood hat, and Prada shoes (yes, those again).
A fortnight ago I mentioned the ck one Fragrance S/S 11 campaign featuring Ford Men’s Bo Ackerson. If you haven’t heard of the campaign, then you have either been an unwilling guest of the Potomac River resort in Quantico, Virginia or you’re not a regular reader of this page. The truth is that campaign is as massive as its “global” billing suggests and benefits in no small part from the role played by Bo and a cast of twenty-nine other distinctive men and women including Ford’s Valerija Kelava.
Ford Men’s Bo Ackerson speaks with Damien Neva of the Ford Models Blog. Please visit fordmodelsblog.com to see pictures of
Previously I have said that London is New York Fashion Week‘s first casualty. In actuality there are dozens of casualties, many of whom hold the dubious honor of being constituents of Magazine Mountain. Not least of those esteemed publications includes V, which tends to hit newsstands right around the same time the show seasons begin and thus rather unfairly slip from this page’s grasp. It most recently happened in January during the menswear shows. At the time I rather naïvely brought the gorgeous oversized bimonthly to Milano with every good intention of featuring it, but failed miserably to ever do so.
OK, that other post is this post. Ford’s Sigrid Agren follows her Numéro Mars 2011 №121 story with a chaser in the form of this Numéro Tokyo April 2011 №45 cover story by photographer Alex Cayley. Numéro Tokyo might not be as expansive as its more famous French forebear, but that doesn’t preclude it from making its own meaningful contribution to the fashion publishing world. Moreover, so long as editor in chief Ako Tanaka‘s monthly is doling out covers, consider us choir. Titled “Faith in Spring” the Joanne Blades-styled story opens with Sigrid wearing a flowing white ensemble by Maison Martin Margiela that includes those wonderful, deep-scooped heels that were first shown in Paris last October.
The last time Sigrid Agren featured in Numéro I was made to admire the shots through the shop window — she wasn’t yet a model at Ford. That story by Ben Hassett in Numéro №118 was striking not only for the photographer’s exceptional use of high contrast black & white, but also clearly for the arresting beauty of the 19-year-old French model. The story’s excellent departing shot of Sigrid’s tear-stained cheeks running with eyeliner will likely stay with readers for a long, long time.
The email arrived a little after 4 AM on the Sunday during the week of the Paris shows — routine daily show confirmations. I skimmed the list, made notes, and then paused to reread the names underneath the all caps GIVENCHY heading. Karmen, yes, Tayane, yes, Valerija, yes, Lydia (exc.)…Lydia…hang on a minute, Lydia? Who was that? An email exchange ensued and I was told to keep an eye out for look #37, a redhead. By the time the show images surfaced there indeed was a bespectacled redhead wearing look #37, but what was her story?
Introducing Lydia Willemina Collins, now represented by Ford Models. Please visit fordmodelsblog.com to see pictures of and read about Lydia
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.