Racked is no longer publishing. Thank you to everyone who read our work over the years. The archives will remain available here; for new stories, head over to Vox.com, where our staff is covering consumer culture for The Goods by Vox. You can also see what we’re up to by signing up here.
Photos from the show won't be released before January, but The Cut chronicles the intimate, rather spectacular event: "Ford himself appeared just after 7 p.m. to narrate the collection in an accent that grew more Spencer Tracy with each look: "Flesh-colored silk georgette!" he'd boom. "Turn and model!" he'd instruct. The clothes were pretty classic Ford, which is to say they were self-consciously sexy, slightly touched by the glamour of the disco years. The show format aped the kind of fashion shows held by Msrs. Givenchy or Dior: Intimate gatherings in the designer's own atelier, but yesterday the effect was high camp. The models were not always "models" per se, but friends of Ford's, like Lou Doillon, Emmanuelle Seigneur, Lauren Hutton, and Julianne Moore. "This may be the beginning of Mr. Currin's blood orange period," Ford purred as Rachel Feinstein appeared in a tight tangerine skirt suit. "Now I'm rrrrrreally straight," he said as "Ms. Beyoncé Knowles" worked the salon in a skin-tight, metallic cocktail dress." [The Cut]