Happy Halloween from Thom Browne.
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Shooting house for Thom Browne meant I got to shoot in the elevator again, 5 minutes to showtime the girls are lined up and having a blast, practicing their best “demented and deranged” looks. We all pile into the enormous elevator, silence falls over the crowd as the etherial music from the top floor leaks into the elevator shaft. The doors open, the lights turn off and we are in a beautiful nightmare.
Thom Browne gives his models a chance to to do more than move down the runway, they get to become different people. This time either deranged patients or sadistic nurses.
Getting ready for Thom Browne is a dance. The head hair stylist is always sending the models back to the chair, the hair is not big enough, do better he projects. Workers furiously stitch and sew, manicures are glued to latex gloves. Light pours through huge windows, casting warm light on beautiful things, fading sound.
I shot for Thom Browne yesterday and the brand will be rolling out my images over the next couple weeks.
It took one minute for the freight elevator carrying Thom Browne and the 31 models to go from the 2nd to 3rd floor, and I took it as opportunity to put down my camera for the first time in hours and look around.
What I was seeing was not just the staging area for another fashion show, but instead the near perfect manifestation of a man’s vision. The clothes were of course beautiful, but it was more than that.
It takes a certain amount of ego to look at the world and say, “I see what you are doing, I am not going to do that”. Fashion’s establishment calls for sleek silhouettes and trending color palettes and looking around that elevator I got the sense that Mr. Browne never cared much for the establishment.
The thing I love most about fashion, and women’s fashion in particular is its’ ability to inspire emotion. So, standing in that elevator shoulder to shoulder with Mr. Browne and watching the last look float out of the elevator, I felt mostly that I wanted to take a chance. To believe not only in an idea, but in the ability for exceptional people to help make it a reality.
Minutes later the last look was back in the elevator and over the dull roar of applause I could just make out one of the models whisper a thank you in Mr. Browne’s ear. In my mind it was from all of us, for having what it takes to say no to mediocrity and yes to himself.