FIRST LOOK: Tom Ford's Returns from Hiatus

Hey, let's talk about something a bunch of other fashion bloggers are going to talk about: Tom Ford!

Vogue.com's Sarah Mower yapped on and on about Ford's return to fashion, and gave us A WHOPPING 4 PHOTOS TO JACK OFF TO.  How kind!  How giving!  How...Vogue!

Only two were worthy of posting, says me:

One thing I think is delicious, however, is the fact His Fordness had his own bevy of female idols show the collection when it debuted in September of 2010 in New York.  Models?  So last decade.  I was IDOLS!  INSPIRATION!  BAD BITCHES!

From Vogue: "His plans for his debut were so secret, even Julianne Moore, his close friend and star of his movie A Single Man, didn’t really know what she was letting herself in for when she turned up at his men’s store on Madison Avenue. “He asked me to do this six months ago, but I thought we’d just all be standing around at a cocktail or something. So when I got there and he said we had to walk, I said, ‘Holy cow!’ ”

"Ford’s most glamorous women friends and acquaintances, spanning Hollywood, music, society, and high fashion, had all dropped everything to fly in and model for him, no questions asked. With 100 guests seated expectantly, Ford stood by a mantelpiece, in black tie, with a mic, and introduced his cast as “many of the world’s most inspirational women,” proceeding to read out what they were wearing. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he declared, in old style–camp diction: “Please welcome . . . Miss Lauren Hutton, Miss Liya Kebede, Miss Rinko Kikuchi, Miss Rachel Feinstein, Miss Lisa Eisner, Miss Beyoncé Knowles, Miss Marisa Berenson, Miss Stella Tennant, Miss Amber Valletta, Miss Natalia Vodianova, Miss Karen Elson, Miss Lakshmi Menon, Miss Karlie Kloss, Miss Abbey Lee Kershaw, Miss . . . Julianne Moore!” By the time “Miss Rita Wilson” wiggled out, turned, and threw a lingeringly saucy, head-back, hands-on-hip pose in a “corseted fil coupe dress with thigh-high lace boots and black seamed stockings,” the atmosphere was “getting a little giddy!” she says, laughing. 'I sensed people really enjoyed it.' "

Oh Ford, you saucy bitch.  I like your style.

His Fordness then touches on why his collection has been kept so closeted, and why he shuns the press now: he's tired of his shit getting played out before bitches can even buy it.

“I do not understand everyone’s need to see everything online the day after a show,” he says. “I don’t think it ultimately serves the customer, which is the whole point of my business—not to serve journalists or the fashion system. To put something out that’s going to be in a store in six months, and to see it on a starlet, ranked in US magazine next week? My customer doesn’t want to wear the same thing she saw on a starlet!”

What a brilliant point! 

The rest of the article (which is honestly worth reading, to hear His Fordness speak of what's next and how he's changed since his tenures at Gucci and YSL) is insightfully written and confirms my already preconcieved opinion of Ford's absolute genius.

Crotch-shot cologne ads and all.