It turns out that the clothes are just as fabulous as we expected them to be, but there's a marked change from the clothes and the image that he was known for during his days at Gucci and YSL. Mr. Ford, as he likes to be called now, is done with titillation and amateur sexuality and has replaced it with sophisticated charmed life-leading women. That the whole collection has an undeniable 70's feel is nothing new, he's always shown an affection for the dark decadence and over-the-top opulence of the jet set during that era, but these are not clothes to dance in mirrored ballrooms with clouds of white powder floating all around. Under the super-glam styling are impeccable suits perfect for high-powered meetings, fabulous dresses for museum galas and knee-length shift dresses that surely made every fashion editor weak at the knees. They're borderline-couture clothes for the working women of the elite.
And I guess that's really why we'll always buy what Mr. Ford is selling. Because even when the clothes don't really appeal to my current interests and aesthetics (most certainly a first) there is still a part of me that finds it aspirational in the same way that sometimes you watch a movie and you wish your life was happening alongside that "feel the rain on your skin song" even though you know that it's just not real and mostly obnoxious. You know what I mean?
Alls I know is that this cover really feels like a holiday cover.
And after all is said and done, I am just overjoyed that he is finally back.