Say what you want about him, but Tom Ford's collections could never be mistaken for anyone else's except, well, Tom Ford's. His blend of wealth and power and unadulterated flexing really comes through every single time he drops a new collection. You see the clothes and can't help but go, "That shit is fucking expensive." And you'd be right, of course. The Tom Ford customer is the one dropping $5,000 on a suit with sizable peak lapels without their credit card company calling to ask about suspicious fraudulent account activity. Ford's latest F/W 15 line is glamorous on what I can only describe as a Fergie in '07 level. Think, regularly scheduled dinner parties at chateaus complete with weird ass rich people food like caviar and brokerage deals over $1,500 bottles of wine older than you. I don't think I'm alone in saying that the Tom Ford man is the one I've spent basically spent my entire life wanting to be. Obviously, I've since come to the realization that I'll never have the money or occasion to look as nice as his clothes would hypothetically make me look. For F/W 15, mod references abound. Houndstooth and psychedelic prints stand out from the mostly dark collection, though it's not actually all black and white. This is the type of gear you wear when you're simultaneously sliding on a pair of ridiculously priced sunglasses (presumably Tom For as well) and signaling for your private chopper to land on your helipad because it's a regular, boring ass Tuesday. These are clothes for recklessly stunting.
