Well, I think most people don’t actually know me. They know the projection of me that I use to sell things. And they know me from an expression of material beauty. I’m actually very introverted. I’m very shy. I’m very emotional. I think those are human experiences that everyone can relate to. So this movie wasn’t about sex. It was about love. That was on purpose, because a lot of people equate homosexuality with sex and not necessarily with love. It was important that I keep the movie not about sex. It was about the same struggle that everyone goes through, if you’re intelligent, at some point in your life. You ask yourself, What is this all about? Why am I living? What does this mean? Why am I here? Those are the questions George is asking himself.
—Tom Ford, the designer-cum-director, is here to tell love stories, not deliver wank material [via]
christopher di spirito
Never heard of him. Who is he?
Cam
@christopher di spirito:
He reluanched Gucci ages ago and became a very successful designer. He recently directed “A Single Man” the gay themed film with Colin firth that got some academy nominations etc… that is what he’s referencing here.
jack e jett
I use to find him incredibly sexy. Now he seems a bit too polished. Speaking of Gucci…does anyone remember Fiorucci?
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I thought the movie he directed was terrific in terms of story, set design, and cinematography.
As a person, he comes across to me as narcissistic, over-produced, and self-conscious.
But then again, as he reminds me, I don’t know him.
Matt
I felt he could have did away with the ending to something a little less typical. If Kubrick can do it with “Clockwork Orange”, so could Ford with “A Single Man”. That being said, it was an excellent movie.
Jack
He directs designer cum? At whom?
Greg McGill
I totally wanked to it. And the ending was amazing, so atypical.
Eminent Victorian
What movie is he talking about? The he made over a year ago? Why is this quote appearing now?
There were some great performances in “A Single Man,” but it was overproduced (“Some years ago, when my partner & I were vacationing in an Ansel Adams photograph . . .”) and sports a terrible, hackneyed ending (it’s what always happened to gay characters in movies and books for ages, ugh).