Happiness is to be found when in pursuit of it, in the soothed expectation, on the way, not only upon the arrival. Accepting detours, just going the way, which is anyhow not this obvious to anyone.
Thomas Bettinelli

Happiness is just a hairflip away.
Chris Crocker


"The way the system works now, you see the clothes, within an hour or so they're online, the world sees them. They don't get to a store for six months. The next week, young celebrity girls are wearing them on red carpets. They're in every magazine. The customer is bored with those clothes by the time they get to the store. They're overexposed, you're tired of them, they've lost their freshness".
Tom Ford


Snapper : Herb Ritts

Herbert Ritts (1952-2002) was an American fashion photographer who concentrated on black&white photography and portraits, often in the style of classical Greek sculpture. Born in Los Angeles, he began a career working in the family furniture business. He moved to the East Coast to attend Bard College in New York City, where he majored in economics and art history. Later, back in LA, he became interested in photography when he and friend Richard Gere, then an aspiring actor, decided to shoot some photographs in front of an old jacked up Buick. Fame came early to Herb Ritts. One of the best-known fashion photographers before he was out of his twenties, he was an instant darling of the newer generation of edgier designers. With his ability to make almost any subject look dramatic and interesting, he created what he called retro-neo-deco style and almost single-handed wrestled neo-Hellenistic male form back into fashion. The image that comes to mind when Herb Ritt’s name is mentioned was "Fred with tires", the above image of an impossibly muscular young man clad only in raw jeans that sag slightly below his waist. A rough and virile sexuality set against an evocative environment, the image became a runaway hit as a poster and was named one of the photos that changed fashion. The original photo shoot was intended for an Italian designer, but when Herb Ritts received the clothing, he and his stylist rejected it and dressed his model in overalls instead. Including another model named Dan, the pictures were not what the magazine requested, but it was so powerful they ran them anyway causing a sensation. The snapper eschewed realism in making Fred appealing in the midst of all the sludge and grunge -makeup turned into grease and tires into something intrinsically mysterious. There were many details/entendres : converging lines of the torso, diverging lines of arms and tires, the oversized zipper, but the photo was not really posed. "Each time I did assignments or editorials, I realized that I wanted to do something more. I saw that it wasn’t just about the clothes. Starting in 1984, I had an assignment for Franca [Sozzani], for a magazine called Per Lui, which was the counterpart of Lei. Lei was the most forward magazine in the early eighties, and it was because Franca was so great in encouraging everyone. I did a story called 'The Body Shop', which is where [this image] emerged from. Franca had sent these really hideous raincoats, and I just hated them. I had hired an editor, a freelance named Michael Roberts [...]. We ended up going to Western Costumes and getting vintage jeans and overalls. We decided to do the body shop story at a greasy gas station. It was great fun. We turned in the pictures, and Franca almost had a heart attack. But she ran it, and it was a huge success. I still don’t know why it happened. It was just one of those honest pictures. I remember when we were shooting it. Poor Fred, who was a student, had to swing these heavy tires around, and at one point he was so tired he just turned around and stood there. It was the last frame of the shoot", explained the photographer. "Indeed the photo happened in a moment of repose when the exhausted model just stopped and was saying, 'Do I need to continue doing this ? It’s killing me' ", he added.

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