US Vanity Fair March 2006 : Keira Knightley, Scarlett Johansson & Tom Ford by Annie Leibovitz

Fashion icon Tom Ford, former Gucci and Yves Saint Laurent creative director and the guest artistic director of Vanity Fair's 2006 Hollywood portfolio, says of the sexy Annie Leibovitz cover shot of Keira Knightley, Scarlett Johansson, and Ford himself, "People won't believe me, but I did not want to be on the cover." Ford had envisioned a gorgeous female threesome, but when one of the young actresses demurred as the clothes started coming off, they were left with only two. "Three girls in a bed is a bedful of girls, but two girls in a bed are lesbians. At the end of the shoot, Annie asked me to slip into the picture as my contributor's photo," says Ford. Vanity Fair editor Graydon Carter adds, "When I saw the shot of Keira and Scarlett, and Tom, I thought the cover worked better with the three of them."
The Hollywood Issue of Vanity Fair hits newsstands in New York and Los Angeles on February 8, and nationally on February 14.
"We didn't force anyone to take off their clothes," insists Ford. "In a couple of instances we had to ask them to put them back on! I've always said, and I mean it, that I find people better-looking without clothes than with clothes. I also did not want the portfolio to be about fashion, but rather to try to bring out some side of each subject's character," says the man who turned Gucci into a luxury powerhouse.
"There are two Hollywoods," says Ford, "the real-life Hollywood, where people go to work and do their jobs, and the mythical Hollywood, which is defined by the films and images you've seen." The portfolio addresses the latter, says Ford.
Of working with Ford, Vanity Fair editor Graydon Carter says that "Tom was, from beginning to end, a gentleman and a wonderful collaborator. A perfectionist certainly. But funny, and entertaining, and always in good spirits. I can see why Tom has been so successful. He can focus his attention on something and hold it for a good spell. He was at all but six shoots for the portfolio, overseeing everything from location, clothes, and lighting to the position of a subject's hand."
"My main criteria in considering what individuals to include in the portfolio were 'Am I tired of seeing them, or do I want to see more of them?' and 'Are they part of the New Hollywood?'" says Ford. He considers this "one of those New Hollywood years," explaining that "the buzz isn't around the usual suspects." Ford names featured portfolio players such as Philip Seymour Hoffman, Heath Ledger, and Jake Gyllenhaal as being part of the New Hollywood.
The actors in the portfolio didn't always do what Ford wanted. He envisioned Eric Bana "in a Speedo, stretched out across the water with his body just floating, shot from above." Bana wasn't comfortable with that, but the resulting photo still smacks of L.A. fantasy. "I had a great time telling Graydon that I was photographing Harvey and Bob Weinstein wrestling nude in front of a fireplace like Alan Bates and Oliver Reed in Women in Love, which actually I think would have made a great picture," says Ford. "In the end we shot a powerful portrait of them both fully clothed."
Most of the subjects were eager to go along with Ford's visions (or fantasies), which include Peter Sarsgaard in Japanese bondage posing for Art Streiber; Jason Schwartzman alongside a nude model "in a contemporary take on a film still from The Graduate," says Ford; Taye Diggs as a centerfold; and Pamela Anderson and Mamie Van Doren in—what else?—a cleavage-baring shot. The portfolio's youngest member was dying to wear Chanel, Ford explains, so, in the ultimate game of dress-up, 12-year-old Dakota Fanning got styled just like an adult. Other stars in the portfolio include Reese Witherspoon, George Clooney, Sienna Miller, Viggo Mortensen, and Natalie Portman.
 
Tom Ford, Scarlett Johansson and Keira Knightley...What a great combination!!!:woot:
 
Dieselmax said:
Ford had envisioned a gorgeous female threesome, but when one of the young actresses demurred as the clothes started coming off, they were left with only two.

sounds like Rachel McAdams did duck out after all...
 
Ugh.. I also would have preferred another actress to Tom Ford on the cover...

Keira, Scarlett.. maybe Natalie would have been up to it since she won't have to wear any animal products.. eh she still probably wouldn't have done it.. I haven't really seen Natalie is skimpy photoshoots.. but I would have loved if they had another actress instead of Tom Ford.. blech
 
ehh noo Keira and Scarlette don't look attractive white as snow and completely naked like that, that photo is completely pointless. I don't understand why actresses feel the need to shed their clothes or wear skimy clothes for photoshoots. :( Its all about selling sex now days.... There's designers out there that make beautiful dresses, they should have used them!
 
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On Tom Ford and the V.F. Hollywood Issue
By GRAYDON CARTER
ON NEWSSTANDS FEBRUARY 8 IN N.Y. AND L.A.

I should have known that inviting Tom Ford to oversee this year's Hollywood Issue would create a chorus of office lore many octaves higher than the shrill solos that form the usual monthly soundtrack. If I could boil the Tom Ford experience down to a single element for you, it would be the yellow Post-It note I found stuck to a photograph of Angelina Jolie that was pinned to the wall of Vanity Fair's planning room. In small handwriting were the words "Leave in butt crack. TF." I had promised Ford a certain amount of independence on the project and was not about to toy with his requests. Nor was I going to toy with Ms. Jolie's butt crack. The evidence of both appears on page 303. Ford's involvement in this year's Hollywood Issue grew, appropriately, out of a conversation we had in West Hollywood last year, the week of the Academy Awards. My wife and I and Fran Lebowitz were out there for V.F.'s annual Oscar party, and our first night in town we had dinner with friends Anjelica Huston, Robert Graham, Kelly Lynch, Mitch Glazer, and Tom and his companion of almost 20 years, Richard Buckley. I'm a sucker for old-style Hollywood glamour, and the restaurant we were eating in, the dining room of the Argyle Hotel, recently redesigned by Paul Fortune, sparkles with studio-era sheen, managing to be both glamorous and cozy. A gifted designer, Fortune lives by one of those essential rules of life: It is all about lighting.

In due course, Ford, lubricated by a few martinis, let on that he thought our Hollywood portfolio was getting a bit … well, tired. All those group shots … Oscar hopefuls … old-timers, he said. Really?, I replied. Still, after 11 years of producing the issue, grandfather to the Hollywood issues of so many weekly and monthly magazines these days, I thought he might be right. Why don't you come in and do it next year?, I said. Well, I just might, he answered. And so, many months later, there I stood, reading instructions on a Post-It note regarding the butt crack of the soon-to-be Mrs. Brad Pitt.

Tom Ford and I had engaged in only one prior professional outing, when I wrote an introduction to the big Rizzoli book Tom put together called, let's see, what was it … oh yes, Tom Ford. My contribution was absolutely minimal. And if there was any doubt as to just where we each were in the food chain, the title page said it all. Tom's name was in 214-point type (roughly three inches high) and mine was in 6-point type (roughly one-eighth of an inch high). That probably should have given me pause. As should have the actual layout of the introduction: it ran opposite a photograph of the backside of a man wearing nothing but a Gucci thong.

I'm sure there are some of you expecting me to say that Tom was a monster, and that I was crazy to entrust the portfolio to him. But I can't. Not to go too luvvy on you, but he was, from beginning to end, a gentleman and a wonderful collaborator. A perfectionist certainly. But funny, and entertaining, and always in good spirits. I can see why Tom has been so successful. He can focus his attention on something and hold it for a good spell. He was at all but six shoots for the portfolio, overseeing everything from location, clothes, and lighting to the position of a subject's hand.

When I would make a suggestion, he would respond professionally and quickly. At one point I suggested pulling together the members of a newly emerging acting family for a shot. Tom e-mailed back: "Let's pass on the family shots for the moment. Too wholesome for me." When I reacted to a particularly "fleshy" photograph, he wrote, "I feel a bit sad for all of you to have to worry about such things. This American conservative thing is just so foreign to me after so many years in Europe." After the first few pictures had been taken, he wrote me to say, "I am thinking the all-nude issue. Hmm. You should have seen Harvey and Bob [Weinstein] wrestling in front of the fireplace like Alan Bates in Women in Love … (Just kidding about Harvey and Bob, but seriously, what a genius idea.) Are you having a heart attack yet? Seriously, please relax, as I have had a day job before. It will be beautiful, provocative, and stunning."

Tom spent hours in our planning room. The familiar tinkle of ice in a tumbler of vodka would tell me that he and design director David Harris, photography director Susan White, and features editor Jane Sarkin had finished fidgeting with the portfolio, and he was ready to walk me through it. I moved a few things around one day, prompting an exchange of e-mails that resulted in things returning to the way he had left them. The next day he wrote, "Dear Graydon, I know this is your way of apologizing after your seemingly caffeinated little foot-stomping display yesterday. I am also totally happy to hear your thoughts about the issue, but just not in a room full of people and when you are in your boss mode."

I ran into one of the subjects in the portfolio, Philip Seymour Hoffman, at a party we gave before the Golden Globes at the Sunset Tower Hotel (the Argyle's new name). Mr. Hoffman, the star of Capote, is a terribly serious young man, and in an ill-fated attempt to lighten the moment, I told him that I too do a pretty mean Truman Capote. While he stood there, I did my own impersonation, including the high-pitched, fey, lisping voice and the waving of a crooked finger while I adjusted my eyeglasses. He gave me a pissed-off look and just walked away.

Everything is about Show Business these days. When Tom left Gucci in 2004 after almost 15 years, his first announcement was that he wanted to make movies. Just as we were finishing the portfolio, I was out getting the papers one morning when I saw Quentin Tarantino shamble out of my local Starbucks. As he headed home he walked past a homeless man who has made our Greenwich Village block his winter residence. The fellow is a cheery-looking sort with a beard, a round face, and bright, animated eyes. He appeared to do a double take when the director passed by him. As I approached, he pointed and said to me, "Wasn't that Quentin Tarantino?" I informed him that indeed it was.

I was telling a neighbor this story a few days later, and she explained to me that the homeless fellow, far from being the adorable elf he appears, is in fact something of a local menace. During the day he turns the street corner into his bully pulpit and screams at passersby, calling them all manner of expletives, including—in this, the veritable epicenter of American liberalism—f*cking Democrats! The homeless fellow, it seems, is a big fan of our current president. The irony surrounding his support for the chief executive and his own current state of affairs is apparently lost on him. As he bent over to pick up his belongings following the Tarantino sighting, his pants edged down his backside, revealing something I did not wish to see. He may not know much about Washington, but with a butt crack like that, he might have a future in Tom Ford's Hollywood.

Graydon Carter is the editor of Vanity Fair. His books include What We've Lost (Farrar, Straus and Giroux), a critique of the Bush administration, and Oscar Night: 75 Years of Hollywood Parties (Knopf).

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This is just pathetic.
How many times have half-naked actresses been given the cover?
What was VF thinking?
no wonder only two actress appeared on the cover... wait a minute.... what were they thinking?

I have lost so much respect for Johnasson and Kightley....

The sad thing is I'm still buying the issue :innocent:
 
i actually think it's a good idea for a cover - except for scarlett, i don't like her and she's way too overexposed!
 
I think it creates a bad example that women have to take their cloths off in order to be successful. Even if that man is Gay and shouldn't want them naked in the first place!
 
I think actresses should stick to acting. Leave this type of stuff to the models. Smart move by Rachel. Two talented young actresses should do something more classy.
 
Tacky.

I don't like it at all...and why is Tom the only one clothed? Horrible.
 
I guess this is the cover...?

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