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This enormous compendium may be Ford’s swan song as a designer, as he recently announced that he was quitting fashion to direct movies. But for the last 10 years, as the creative director at Gucci and Yves Saint Laurent, he took the brands in fresh directions. This huge, slipcased Festschrift checks in at 11″×14″, and covers each of the Gucci years individually, compiling product shots, ads, runway candids, snippets of Ford wisdom (“I think you have to have personality at a brand—otherwise, it’s just clothes”), Gucci-sporting celebrities and commercial stills. Vogue’s Anna Wintour and Vanity Fair’s Graydon Carter contribute a foreword and introduction respectively. The much-covered growth at Gucci and YSL are the real story behind the book, to the point where the press chat credits Ford with “carving out a new industry archetype: the businessman designer.” But the 375 color and b&w photos, all culled from existing fashion archives, is more of a look back at how Ford’s creations were presented (including year-by-year portraits of the photogenic Ford himself), rather than what led to their creation, how they were actually made or how they fit into the culture at large. As a 10-year time capsule of brand fashioning, the book succeeds perfectly.

B&W Photos Are All The Rage

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Meet Elias


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The Transients flood the gates

Surrounded by darkness

There’s no escape

Through the tunnels

Down the trap

Captured souls

Around the map

Sold to work

They won’t come back

Indulgent vices

Lured them in

Now just ghosts

To haunt within

What’s left is roses

Wilting thin

Fallen petals

With no name

The Shanghaied men

That Portland claimed

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the vibrations of your body and subject to the distinction of your expression when allowing another to embrace you despite your fear of his desire. his approach is slow, with fluid excitement. with every inch that is touched he is filled with static, and are you when the sparks literally appear. Lighting both you and him against the blanket of the night. As the abyss encloses he enters the void the moment you say I love you. He stops in his place, you take him in but he’s at a loss for an expression, thus paralyzed by three simple words. and left only to stutter the same in response. I love you too. Those words he’ll never forget, that night you’ll never forget, the day he wept inside you.