The Blood of a Poet is a 1930 French surrealist movie that's more of a boring gallery of disconnected visuals. It's not worth watching, apart from one scene where an artist discovers a human mouth embedded in his palm—after the panic leaves, he makes out with his hand then smears it sexily along his body. It leaves wet spots.
The film title appears again on a spread created by designer/photographer Hedi Slimane in the current issue of men's fashion magazine AnOther Man. (It might be a tribute to the film, or perhaps Hedi's just drawn to its literal meaning. A decade ago, his collection for Christian Dior contained button-down shirts artfully marred with gunshot wounds made of red sequins.) The images merge facts and dreams, featuring big-name brands (Lanvin, Gucci, Dries Van Noten, Vivienne Westwood Man, John Galliano Homme) and loads of expensive apparel (masks of rope and leather; high-rise, wide-leg slacks; dense furs; belts of string, chain, and twine; and three-piece, double-breasted suits teeming with luxury). The models are glamorous and empty: They stand majestically, gazing into the middle distance, and while they have such pretty faces, they also seem hardened, suggesting they're all damaged in the same way.
One face's owner is Tyler Johnson, a model and designer/buyer for Blackbird, who's perfectly amiable in real life. The day of the shoot was long but void of compelling elements like piles of drugs and temper tantrums. Hedi and stylist Alister Mackie mostly worked quietly together, making adjustments and parsing the complicated lighting. "[I didn't think about] too much. I kind of turn my brain off," Tyler says. For the pictures, Tyler's hair was smoothed back, and his jackets spilled open, revealing the giant anatomical heart tattoo on his chest. On the page, he's wearing an enormous sculptural headpiece, an arrangement of shapes suggesting boxing gloves and birthday presents. "It was heavy and I couldn't really breathe," he says. (Still, it's the best photo of the bunch, and even with his head obscured, he's clearly a babe.)
They're not in this spread, but Hedi's own designs are especially slim-fitting. Karl Lagerfeld dropped 80 pounds just so he could wear them, then he wrote a hilarious diet book. If you're hoping to "wear... clothes without being grotesque," why not read it? Smoking cigarettes burns 160 calories a pack, he offers helpfully, and: "If you really want to change the look of your breasts, you will need cosmetic surgery. To tone them, sprinkle them with cold water every morning and perform the following exercises."
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