L’UOMO always sticks to their guns and so confident in their identity, all the while remaining fresh and dreammaking— unlike so many men’s publications that churn out the same catalogue crap over and over.
The only rotten edit is the Jules Benchetrit one, which stands out like a pointless, ugly discount department-store insert amongst the richly textured and mood-building images of the rest of the edits.
Another time, another Earth. L'Uomo would not make sense in today's context. Tasteless world and business now, so is gone like most of the good things. I must say I wasn't a fan of Franca's L'Uomo (just except e few covers, like this one), but before, such a heavenly material.
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