The only thing I clearly remember from the blur that was Fashion week is “the black silk pantsuit” in Tom Ford’s blindingly well orchestrated show on Tuesday. And I haven’t even seen it.
After a six year absence from the field, Mr. Ford catapulted himself back to the top by employing one of the oldest marketing tricks in the book. In a week of instant, constant, unremitting access he did the unthinkable and the brilliant. He withheld all photos, relying instead on descriptions (i.e. words) alone to give each outfit magic. God love him. By denying entrance to all but house photographer, Terry Richardson, Mr Ford not only created the most talked about, least seen show of the week (only 130 guests were invited), he also taught every marketer and his Mother (that’d be me) a deft lesson in how to create desire. No doubt every outfit he showed is already spoken for sight unseen.
Annoyingly the pant suit doesn't come in a 40 long.