Luxury Doesn't Speak
Isn't it about time all these white, male creative directors took a stand? Their silence is complicit.
Some gossip for you. A lunch this summer in the Mediterranean, at a long table littered with fashion’s most fabulous. Make up queens, stylists, photographers, models. Also present, the creative director (CD) of a beleaguered superbrand. The CD finds himself opposite a well known photographer, though she and he have never met before. Politely, she begins to ask him questions. Some personal, some professional, and politely he answers. It’s a long lunch, so the photographer presses on, and the CD graciously responds.
Eventually proceedings draw to a close and the photographer leaves the table with an uneasy feeling. “I couldn’t work out what it was,” she confided later. “After all, he had been so polite. Then it dawned on me - he didn’t even know my name. We had been talking for the entire time but never once did he ask me a question. He didn’t attempt to find out anything about me. He just sat there, happy to talk about himself, and it didn’t occur to him to be curious about anything else beyond that.”
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