Tom Ford spent ten years at Gucci as Creative Director taking its sales from 230 Million Dollars in 1994 to about 3 Billion Dollars in 2003. He did a dramatic exit with tons of money and images of sex, exemplifying what power and excess looked like.
Sex and controversy and fashion and with his unbuttoned to there shirt, and did I say money, straight to Hollywood and CAA, an Oscar nomination for Colin Firth in Tom's A Single Man, the killer 45.00 lipstick with his initials and a private fashion show that made other designer's forays into collaborations with H&M seem very cheesey.
His table at Mr. Chow's was next to mine. He looked just like all the photos I'd seen of him. I wanted to ask him something but really what to ask? Lynn Wyatt, beautiful, blonde, rich and happy, was at his table and I could have dished with her for hours about her haute couture collection, jet setter days and Texas oil men. I could have asked if he sent Christmas cards to Dawn Mello but that would have been rude. I smiled and ignored him, embarrassed by how came to his table to greet him.
Those early collections, I think, were so emotional: the velvet jeans, the 3,000.00 blue jeans with feathers and embroidery, lace dresses, silk blouses cut to there just like his, tight dresses, VIP rooms at the boutique, Carine Roitfeld by his side. His private show celebrating his first collection for women with his label was private and rather well thought out: an intellectual collection not available to the press until a certain time, modeled by his very, very famous friends. Very expensive clothes and yet lacking emotion and heat.
Just a quiet whisper and did I mention that the clothes are very, very expensive.
It would be a beautiful thing for Tom and Carine to work together again, I think.