I LIKE TO IMAGINE MY MOVES WITHIN THE ROOMS THAT TOM FORD BUILT AS A DANCE. DANCING, IN FACT, REQUIRES A HARMONY OF STEPS, GRACEFULNESS OF GESTURES, AND POISES THAT EVOLVE ONE INTO THE OTHER, SEAMLESSLY. THIS IS AN APT METAPHOR FOR THE WAY I KEEP GOING FORWARD, FOLLOWING THE FLOW OF INTUITIONS AND GUT FEELINGS, DELVING AGAIN AND AGAIN INTO A WORLD OF DESIRE.

MATERIALS ARE JUST AS AMBIGUOUS: SILKS AND WOOLS, SUEDE THAT LOOKS LIKE DENIM, VELVETY CLOTHS. COLORS ARE A WALTZ OF SORBET PASTELS THAT ARE FRESH, BROWNS AND BLUES THAT ARE DEEP, AND BLACK & WHITE BECAUSE TOM FORD CANNOT DO WITHOUT.

ARCHITECTURAL SHAPES COMPLEMENT AND ACCESSORIZE THIS VISION. A T RUNS ON LEATHER COVERED HEELS, ON THE BELT LOOP OF LEATHER PANTS. SATIN SHOES - FROM FLAT SLIPPERS TO HIGH HEEL SLINGBACKS - COME IN AN ARRAY OF COLORS, WHILE BAGS ARE EITHER NEAT AND SMALL, OR SOFT AND BIG.

I KEEP ON DANCING

- HAIDER