As the plane touched down at McCarran International I was determined to hate Las Vegas. Undisputedly not my type of scene. But within an hour I was inside the Tom Ford boutique, learning a trick or two about mixing my ever expanding collection of Private Blend scents by Tom Ford as discovered by a particular Prince of Saudi Arabia. Suddenly Vegas wasn’t so bad.
Having indulged in Tom Fordery (if I can make up the word ‘fashionising’ I can turn Tom Ford into a verb) in San Francisco and again in Las Vegas, I feel it’s only fair to continue to indulge. So please join me in indulging in this interview with the designer cum director as he discussed A Single Man, breast implants, and what they all have to do with fashion.





