Sunday, November 21, 2010

David Gandy gets closer Away we Stay

David shares with us his W Hotel view. Close we were to talk about “Away We Stay". It is his first movie but nevertheless makes the talk in town, at now nobody can possibly have missed this glamorous piece of news.

Helena Christensen & Davis Gandy falling in love at a glance for W… Will we bump into a very handsome guy when checking in at the W Hotel on Leicester Square- London for the first time? If you were Notting Hill adepts like me, you must have changed your preferences and turned a bit more central, destination: Leicester Square.


1/ What is common to acting and modelling?
Good actors and models are very camera aware.  They have to be conscious of minute movements in their facial expressions and what these convey. They should also concentrate in their body movements, how they look best, from which angles
what angles etc.

2/ Have you ever fallen in love in a hotel?
No.

3/ Were you lost in translation in front of Helena Christensen?
No we got along very well.

4/ Is a Hotel a place to pass by or to stay?
If you don’t stay in a hotel its pretty much pointless.

5/ What is your favourite room in the W hotel?
It’s not open yet.  Opens in February.  Hopefully I will look forward to figuring it out.

6/ What would you imagine to see there through a peephole?
A bed.

7/ Do you think hotels are meant to become nostalgic places since people come and go?
Of course.  Many hotels around the world are such historic places.  If you are very lucky you get to walk, talk and sleep where many famous and iconic people have been.

8/ Can a hotel feel like home?
Only if you own it I suppose.

9/ Do you stay away or do you always come back?
They are certain things that you should always stay away from.

Source: Swide.com

Monday, November 8, 2010

Boy Meets Girl

November 08, 2010 - By Ella Alexander

We reported in August that David Gandy had landed his first acting role and now, for the first time, we have the finished film to show you.





A celebration of W Hotel's arrival to London's Leicester Square, Away We Stay follows the romantic story of a photographer (played by Helena Christensen), who falls for a stranger she meets in a restaurant (Gandy). Inspired by the iconic movie Blow Up, the film is directed by Edoardo Ponti - the son of the film's original producer, Carlo Ponti. The cast also includes Fenton Bailey, Nick Moran and Tom Hollander.

"I was approached a few times with acting opportunities, but I wasn't tempted until I learnt about and saw the script for Away We Stay. Obviously with this being my first film and my first attempt at any acting, I wasn't sure if I could do it justice, but the director, Edoardo, made me feel very at ease and believed in me," Gandy tells us. "The other members of the cast - including Helena, Tom Hollander and Nick Moran - and the fact that it was set and filmed in London also added to its appeal. It would be fair to say, or even an understatement, that there were a few nerves beforehand, but I really enjoyed the whole process and didn't want it to end. The fact that people are saying positive things - including Sophia Loren I may add - is a huge relief!"

The film, set in London, features a glimpse of the new hotel which is set to open early next year.

"W London sits at the heartland of British film premieres in Leicester Square," says Kevin Rockey, the hotel's general manager. "We want to approach our opening with an innovative commissioning within the world of film. Away We Stay is inspired by the quintessentially British fashion film Blow Up which follows neatly our passions for fashion and film."

Will Gandy be taking his newly found acting skills further?

"If the opportunity comes along to do more acting work then it's definitely something I'd jump at the chance to do," he says. "However, like anything, if you want to do well you have to put in the groundwork, so there is a long way to go, but my first experience of acting was a great one."

Source: Vogue.co.uk

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Interview with the Dolce & Gabbana supermodel David Gandy

David Gandy is the world's best-known male supermodel - the face (and body) of Dolce & Gabbana. Yet, he tells John Preston, he's really 'just a normal guy from Essex' who doesn't have much luck with the ladies.
By John Preston



There can be very few men in history who have had a 50ft-high photograph of themselves wearing only a pair of underpants plastered over Times Square in New York.



When this happened to David Gandy three years ago, one might have expected him to jump on the first available flight and spend hours gazing, enraptured, at his enormous semi-naked self. In fact, he never even bothered to go and have a look.

'Some friends of mine who were over there sent me pictures on my phone,' he says. 'But if I had seen it I'm not sure how I would have felt. Probably nothing, to be honest. It's a persona. It's not really me.

In life I don't go around wearing just a pair of white pants - at least not on the number 14 bus down the Fulham Road.'

David Gandy, as will become clear, is an unusual male model. He is also a hugely successful one - the most successful in the world.

He is Dolce & Gabbana's catwalk star and the face of their fragrance and apparel campaigns. He writes a menswear blog for vogue.com and recently became the first male model ever to appear on Friday Night with Jonathan Ross.

Before we go on, I think I ought to record my wife's reactions when I showed her a photograph of David Gandy - not that this gives me any pleasure at all. 'Bloody hell!' she said, snatching the picture from my hand. 'He looks fantastic!'

There is, I fear, a lot of truth in this. Indeed, I've never come across a man before whose looks can reduce a room to muted awe.

But it's very hard to be anywhere near David Gandy and not find yourself staring at him. He's tall with wavy black hair, astonishingly blue eyes and features that somehow manage to be delicate but not at all effete.

He also has an effortless elegance, in the way he both moves and dresses - today he's wearing black trousers, a white T-shirt and a double-breasted blazer with a neatly folded spotted handkerchief in the top pocket.

The idea of male beauty has gone through some bewildering changes in the past 60 years. Suave brooders have given way to fresh-faced college types.

New Romantics have been succeeded by beefcakes, followed by Calvin Klein-wearing frat packers. By the late 1990s the catwalks were full of grungy, stick-thin approximations to manhood with bodies like coat hangers.

The skinny, androgynous ideal stayed indomitable through Hedi Slimane's neo-mod designs for Dior Homme all the way up to last season's menswear collection for Burberry. And then along came Gandy.

Very early on I went to a casting for Dior and they asked me to try on a suit. I couldn't even get one leg into the trousers, let alone put the jacket on. All the models were standing around going, 'Hey, who's the big guy?'

There was quite an unpleasant atmosphere there, quite intimidating. I remember thinking, 'Are these guys appealing?' They certainly weren't appealing to me.'

Gandy's rise represents a return to a more clear-cut era when men were unmistakably men. They played sports and didn't spend hours agonising about, or experimenting with, their sexuality.

'It wasn't as if I thought I had a particular look. But I'd played a lot of cricket and rugby at school and I think that helped. And I try to take good care of myself.'

To watch him settle himself on a sofa, put his dark glasses down on the coffee table and cross one taperingly long leg over the other, is to watch a man who appears to be brimming with self-confidence.

Except that Gandy isn't really like that. Beneath his immaculate exterior he's modest, even bashful, and says that the idea of being an object of desire makes him 'want to hide under a chair'.

'I'm not confident with women. I'm better than I was, but that's not saying much. As a child I was pretty shy, and I'm not sure you ever lose that. It's only in the past couple of years that I've been confident enough to go up and talk to a girl.'

Not that Gandy has much time to talk to anyone at the moment - he's far too busy working. 'At one stage I spent so much time on British Airways I was verging on being a steward.

But it is a very strange life - Palm Springs one day, New York the next. It's great, but it's certainly not the life I ever expected for myself.'

Nor is it a life anyone could have predicted for him. Growing up in Essex, Gandy had no interest in fashion or the way he looked. At school he was singled out for all the wrong reasons.

'I got bullied quite a lot - partly because I was quite fat for a while, and partly because of the way I sounded.'

Gandy went to a comprehensive in Billericay, but hearing him speak you'd think he was a bit of a toff. 'My parents didn't come from wealthy backgrounds,' he says. His father is a self-made entrepreneur. 'But they did attach a lot of importance to the way you sounded.'

Gandy's story is one of (fairly) modest beginnings and bizarre strokes of fortune. He was studying marketing at university when a friend suggested he go in for a nationwide modelling competition.

Gandy found the idea laughable and did nothing about it. Unbeknown to him, his friend went ahead and entered him.

He won, of course, although it later transpired the judges had plucked his name from the 'No' pile at the last moment. First prize was a contract with the model agency Select.

'I can't say I felt this instinctive aptitude for modelling. I just fell into it. That said, though, I always want to be the best at whatever I do.'

Gandy's new career was progressing solidly - until he decided to commit career suicide. I was doing a lot of catalogues and modelling for high-street stores. That was fine, but you don't get to work with the best people. I decided that if I was going to carry on doing this I needed to do something radical.'

In future, Gandy decided, he wasn't going to do any more catalogues. When his agent had picked herself up off the floor, she asked him what on earth he was talking about. 'We ended up having this huge argument.'

An anxious few months followed, but then in 2006 Gandy's master plan paid off. Dolce & Gabbana whisked him off to Los Angeles to be photographed by Steven Meisel. A year later his 50ft self was towering over Times Square.

Now everyone seems to know who he is. Yet while his looks may have brought him fame, he reckons they've also made people wary of him.

'Women tend not to approach me. I'm not sure if they find me intimidating, but I'm probably quite pensive and I don't necessarily look that approachable. Guys tend to be very wary. I think they expect me to believe my own hype and it's quite difficult to convince them that I don't.'

Men may be wary of Gandy, but perhaps they're just confused about what masculine ideal they should be aspiring to.

Looking at men's fashion over the past half-century it's hard to avoid the conclusion that this is a gender that's deeply unsure of itself, that doesn't know if it should be sporting designer stubble or reaching for the depilatory cream.

In his own distinctive way Gandy is the embodiment of traditional values - a man so full of testosterone it seems to be leaking out of his pores.

And while he's not one to beat his own 37in chest, Gandy hopes that his success might make men a bit less fretful, more at ease in their own skins.

'I do think that when you're advertising clothes, or a fragrance or whatever, it's important that whoever the advertisement is aimed at should be able to relate to the person in it.'

Right now, though, he's busy trying to make men more like women - at least in the way they choose clothes. 

He is about to launch an application for Apple, the Style Guide For Men, in which he offers fashion tips to men who want to dress well, but can't stand shopping.

'Partly it's things I've learnt over the years. For instance, women always look at a man's shoes first, yet most of the time men's shoes are in a pretty terrible state.

And most men I know want to look good, but they can't afford to spend £4,000 on a Tom Ford suit.

One of the things I'm doing is pointing out that you can buy a high-street suit and then, for really very little money, get a tailor to alter it so that it fits you perfectly.'

He's got other plans, too. He's hoping to talk to the marketing guru Mary Portas about a retail idea, and when he lies awake at night he wonders how he can boost the men's share of the fashion market from its lowly 28 per cent to about 50 per cent.

'Whoever can persuade men to shop for clothes is going make a hell of a lot of money.'

When he's in London Gandy lives in a flat in Fulham - alone. 'Yeah, my bachelor pad,' he says with a rueful laugh. 'The trouble is, I don't think it's fair to ask someone to put up with the sort of life I have.

When I'm in a relationship I like to dedicate myself to that person and I just don't have time for that at the moment.'

These days, of course, everyone wants to be like David Gandy. Indeed, there are so many models out there who resemble him that sometimes even he finds himself looking twice at a poster. He's very much the leader of the pack, but at 30 he has to work harder than ever to stay there.

'I do work hugely at my physical fitness. One day I'll do my chest, the next my arms - that sort of thing. As for food, I have to watch that, too.

When I'm doing a shoot for [the Dolce & Gabbana fragrance] Light Blue, I cut out all carbohydrates for a month beforehand, work out every day and drink protein shakes at God-knows-what hours of the day and night.'

Although his parents found his supermodel status weird at first, they're now his biggest fans. 'My mum keeps everything I do; my dad doesn't make a big thing of it.

But my mum told me they were on holiday once in Slovenia and these women were talking about being so transfixed by a Light Blue poster that they almost crashed their car. My dad leaned over and told them, 'That's my son."'

While Gandy has friends in the fashion world - he's particularly close to Mario Testino - his best chums are people he's known since childhood.

'A lot of them have no interest in fashion. We go out and have fun and never talk about clothes.' He grins and flicks fluff off his lapel. 'So you see,' he says, not at all convincingly, 'I'm just a normal guy from Essex.'

Source: Telegraph.co.uk

Friday, October 15, 2010

"Tell me about your pants Mr. Gandy..."

Tell me about your pants Mr Gandy...  And other questions we asked the male supermodel *while breathing very heavily*





Oct 2010
David Gandy and Company's Emma Justice! 


So he’s best known for that Pants shot – you know the one where he’s wearing tight, white Dolce and Gabanna underwear and reclining in a boat. Just in case you don’t here it is again for your viewing pleasure (see below!). Yes we’re nice like that.

So you can understand why, when given the opportunity to interview the male supermodel at the V festival, we found our hands go ever so slightly clammy. Tall, dark and looking very, very handsome in a white tee and unbuttoned shirt, he had every girl in the Virgin Media Louder Lounge swooning. Plus he was hanging out with his best mate and fellow model Louis Dowler who also happens to be Kate Winslet’s latest squeeze. Two supermodels for the price of one – you can’t get much better than that...

We bet you’re fed up with people asking about your pants...
Actually no – that picture has become iconic so I’m proud of it. In fact I’ve just shot the next Dolce and Gabanna Light Blue ad...

We can’t wait! So if you weren’t stripping off for us what would you be doing?
My plan B was to be a vet but you needed three A’s at A level so that was never going to happen!

Are you saying modelling is the easy option?
Not at all! Only 5% of modelling is as glamorous as you think it is - the rest is hard work. Catwalk work can involve trying on the same T shirt and pants as half a dozen other models (eurghhh – or should that be mmmmmm). I remember one shoot which started at 7am and didn’t finish until 3am the next day. I was exhausted but you have to be ‘perfect’ all the time so there I was posing for shot after shot with these massive dogs pulling on a leash. It can also be mind numbing just standing there looking pretty and being prodded around by people – at least in your job there’s some mental stimulation!

At the moment that mental stimulation is talking to you Mr Gandy! Is that why you think some models get thought of as stupid?
Put it this way if you’re offered loads of money to do a fashion shoot in an exotic location with gorgeous supermodels do you have to be stupid enough to say no or intelligent enough to say yes?

What do you think of reality shows like Britain’s Next Top Model – do you think they give a realistic picture of the profession?
I don’t really watch those shows. I was actually asked to be on it but turned it down.

Noooo – we could have worked with you! Oh well there’s always next year – is keeping your body pants perfect hard?
It can be but I have the lovely Louis to work out with – he’s like my personal trainer even if he does have sparrow legs (we’re sure Kate would disagree!).

So how’s your summer been so far?
Good thanks but busy. I’m working on an iPhone app with men’s style tips so I’ve been interviewing designers and doing lots of research so I can launch it later this year (spruce up your men with the David Gandy Style Guide girls). You ladies are so lucky because you have so many places to get fashion advice but there’s hardly anything for men so I’m trying to redress the balance.

What about love – are you seeing anyone at the moment? *asks hopefully*
It’s difficult to have a personal life as a model so no I’m not seeing anyone – I just wouldn’t be able to give her the attention she’d deserve.

Yes but we wouldn’t mind seeing you try!

Source: Company.co.uk 

Friday, October 8, 2010

David Gandy - Britain's top male model

By Hermione Eyre from Standard.co.uk

David Gandy has invited me round to breakfast at his pad in Fulham. I'm bringing the patisserie; he's bringing the million-dollar face and body, with which he made such an impression reclining on a dinghy for Dolce & Gabbana's Light Blue advertisement. He answers the door looking home-casual – his feet are bare – and gives me an overpowering smile: chin down, brow furrowed, eyes blazing. He really should charge for that smile.



  (Cooliris) Pictures by ninaduncan (@ninamduncan)

Instead, he is launching his very own iPhone App, the David Gandy Style Guide For Men, with hints for those who don't look as good in a dinghy. He is on a mission. 'I could not bear seeing another bad tie!'he exclaims in a voice that has a comfortable Essex swing and the tiniest hint of a lisp. The body is divine, but the voice is distinctly human.

He is living the male model's dream in this small, stylish bachelor flat, crammed with antique cricket bats, Rolls-Royce headlamps and French carpenter's drawers. The bathroom is stocked with Kiehl's and Aesop products, and he uses a badger-hair shaving brush. There are vintage wooden skis propped near the front door, as if he might grab them at any moment and slalom down the stairwell. He gets all these treasures from Sunbury Antiques Market in Middlesex, arriving at 7.30am to snap up bargain leather portmanteaux. Today, for our mid-morning appointment, he has lit some candles, bless him (masculine black Diptyque Baies), and put on a playlist that jumps from The xx to Tony Bennett. The place is spotless, though he doesn't have a cleaner ('It's too small to justify, isn't it?'), but he hasn't tidied away the white canvas floppy dog an ex-girlfriend, a model called Chloe Pridham, gave him that he seems rather attached to. In the corner of his sitting room is a stack of magazines with his face on the cover. Pictures of his style inspirations, as seen on his App, are pinned up beside his desk: Steve McQueen working a cardigan; Jude Law with a skinny scarf and trilby; Tom Ford. Brad Pitt has not made the cut. 'Great guy, but would you wear what he's wearing?'Nor Johnny Depp, nor Russell Brand –'He's got a look, but I wouldn't suggest people copy it. This is about how to dress classically, about how to get a suit tailored. A suit from Marks & Spencer can be adjusted from £40 – it runs an in-store service and so does Reiss.'

Next we head to where the magic happens: David Gandy's bedroom. This is where he throws together a perfect outfit. The décor is a symphony of wood – old oak wardrobe, priapic mahogany bedposts. The elephant in the room is the huge framed photo of him, propped against the fireplace, which neither of us mentions. He shows me a few favourite pieces: 'my Guccis'– shearling-lined leather slouch boots (right) which, on him, are winter in New York, but would make most men look like a Sherpa. Then there's his Dolce & Gabbana leather aviator jacket lined with sheepskin that would have cost 'about $6,000' if Mr Gandy hadn't been rather a favourite of Stefano and Domenico. He's had the jacket about four years and 'nearly cried'when he ripped it in New York in a Zoolander-style accident: he was getting out of a taxi with his hands in his pockets when his friend mistakenly slammed its door in his face; he couldn't get his hands out of those deep pockets in time to protect himself. He had eight stitches and a broken nose. The jacket was torn, but has been invisibly mended by D&G, better than his face, which still bears a scar.

There aren't many colours besides a cobalt blue Balenciaga T-shirt, bright as a Nice sky. Colour is Gandy's Achilles heel: 'I'm slightly colour-blind. I bought some lovely grey trousers, which my friends insisted were green. “You look like a leprechaun,” they said, so I went home and changed.'

The inside of a gentleman's wardrobe should probably stay between him and his valet, but somehow here I am inspecting Gandy's tie rack. His favourites are all skinny or middle width ('I do like a mid-tie'). Stand-out numbers include a velvet bow tie by Dolce & Gabbana and a discreet blue pattern by Peckham Rye, as well as a long, skinny, pure white tie by Spencer Hart of Savile Row. But what's this? It has traces of make-up in tan rough-and-tumble marks. He laughs sheepishly and says he wore the tie at Elton John's Grey Goose charity ball. It looks like it was quite a night – although it could be his own make-up... 'I didn't want to go for white tie and tails so I put this spin on it – a more 1950s look. There's a dress-code cracker on the App, because men get weddings so, so wrong.'

Gandy's style is, I suppose, a new, inspired formality: dressing up for fun rather than to conform to social codes. He is proudest of a chocolate velvet suit he bought from Dolce & Gabbana before he had a contract there. Only about 12 were made, and he feels it was worth the eye-watering price. 'My parents aren't clothes people – they didn't hand anything on to me, 'he says, and then considers his style legacy to the future: 'I like to think my nephew, or maybe a son, will want my aviator jacket one day.'

Friday, October 1, 2010

A Look Back at 2010 - Plaza Magazine



This Monday we would like to take another look back, this time we're back in October 2010. David Gandy was on the cover on the Swedish based Plaza Magazine #2 issue and he delighted with a beautiful photo shoot by Kate Davis-McCleod that accompanies the cover story. Today, we hope you enjoy this unseen behind the scenes video of that photo shoot with some out takes that were not included in the editorial. (Published on Monday June 3, 2013 by DjG.com)




    
Behind the Scenes Video
Screen Caps

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Personal Style: David Gandy

By Jamie Millar

The British face of Dolce & Gabbana, David Gandy was the most famous male model in the country even before he was a guest of Jonathan Ross in April. But before he was being shot by the likes of Mario Testino for a living he used to work for non-fashion magazine Auto Express, until Select Models brought him onto its books. Then after a waifish lean period he rose to promo pre-eminence thanks in no small part to his starring role in the TV ad for Dolce's Light Blue fragrance (ask your girlfriend or click here). The model-slash-actor is rumoured to be appearing in a forthcoming film alongside Helena Christensen (about which he's saying nothing for the time being) and has now launched his own iPhone fashion app with the help of Liberty personal stylist Joe Ottaway. "Someone asked me to come on board for another app but it was stupid. I said I wouldn't want to put my name to that. They said, 'Well, what would you want to do?' And I said, 'Well, maybe there's a gap for a style guide.'" Here he gives GQ.com his tips on grooming, buying vintage watches on eBay and how brief is too brief for briefs...

I didn't aspire to be in the fashion industry and I didn't aspire to be a model. I've learnt along the way.

A guy's wardrobe has to come back to tailoring. We have such a heritage in this country. People from other countries, all the R'n'B stars, they come to Savile Row and they're in immaculate three-piece suits. Then you see British guys and they just can't seem to dress. We have all these fashion agendas, punk and Vivienne Westwood and everything, but the queue seems to be at Abercrombie & Fitch down the road. That is just heartbreaking to me. Why does everyone want a polo shirt and three-quarter-length combat shorts?

The key thing with a suit is fit. For the app we did a before and after. We didn't want to put people off so we didn't do it with Savile Row, we did it with Marks & Spencer, which does an alteration service. My friend came in - again I wanted to take that structure out of it, it doesn't look great just because it's a model. He's 38 regular, 15.5" collar, normal tie. Just like a guy would walk in, take it off the shelf and put it on. And we said this is what you look like here, and this is what you look like if you had spent £30 more and got it altered and got the shirt altered, put a little handkerchief and instead of a big tie you got a pencil or slim tie. It makes a huge amount of difference.

Vivienne Westwood's husband Andreas Kronthaler is out there. Completely. Which I love. I think he's an inspiration. He came in, a 6'3" guy with a beard, bandana, four layers, jacket, rolled-up trousers, looked great. I said to him, "Do people comment about what you wear, take the mickey, and do you care about it?" It was totally alien to him. He said, "Why would I care? Dressing is for me."

Men don't realise how much women look at shoes. And they last. They're not for one season. A pair of brogues will go on and on and look better when they're battered. Great with a pair of jeans, great with a suit and they keep on going. You need to spend money on these things - not a lot of money, but get them right in the first place and they'll last you a good five years at least.

One shoot I've always wanted to do would be a Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid one. Probably one of my favourite films. I would love to go out to the Wild West and do the most amazing three-piece suits with a bowler hat.Other stylish films? American Gigolo, naturally. With the Eighties Mercedes SL and all the Giorgio Armani suits. That's a huge inspiration.

My favourite thing that Paul Newman did was he just chucked a thin scarf round the two handles of a battered old manbag, held that, it looked great. You don't want to wear a scarf but if it does get cold you might want one so shove it on your bag.

About four seasons ago I bought - and I still wear them - some brown Gucci boots up to here with a furry top. It's very unusual to see a guy tuck his jeans into boots in the winter. I get so many compliments from everyone.

Jude Law dresses well. He knows himself, he knows what looks good, he doesn't do anything outlandish. He mixes contemporary with classical. He'll have the typical old fashioned double-breasted suit but he mixes it with a T-shirt or shoes with no socks. He's very confident about his body and what he wears. He's also a great-looking guy which helps, as does having Sienna Miller on your arm.

I came out a few years ago in double denim. Tight jeans, denim shirt, belt, brown shoes. I literally walked in to a few friends in the fashion business and they were like [sharp intake of breath], "You never wear double denim. What are you doing?" A few years later, who isn't in double denim? Ralph Lauren's been doing it for the last 20 years.

I love doing vintage. I got some amazing old manbag: a Dunhill one that I got for like $80, a Bally one that was about $100. Then some amazing old cowboy boots that I haven't stopped wearing. Very short ones. Everyone comments on them. I wore them to V Festival actually and it was like, "Great boots!" I got them for £30 in Camden.

A watch is hugely important. I have an Omega Speedmaster and an old Sixties Omega which I very rarely wear because I've left it at shoots where I'm getting changed and then I quickly run for a plane. That's only for special occasions. I've never spent more than £600 and that for the Speedmaster which I bought on eBay. I took it into Burlington Walk and I was looking at a watch in there and the guy said, "Wow, you know yours is actually one of the smaller watches?" I said that's why I got it, because of the smaller face. He asked me what I paid, I told him and he said it's worth a hell of lot more than that.

My pride and joy is probably my leather Dolce & Gabbana jacket. I got it off a friend and he got it in New York from a sample sale. It's triple-layered with a fur hood and very, very high fur neckline. I would never buy that normally but that's my just, in the winter, it goes with everything. You can pull it off with a pair of trousers, you can pull it off with jeans. And it until Burberry came up with a similar thing, I'd never seen one like it.

Joe Ottaway always says when he's trying to dress a man, they take their girlfriend or their wife along, who totally dictates what they're wearing. Do they read men's fashion's magazines? So why are they dictating what you should wear? Find a guy - the stores have all got them - to help you out. People think that personal styling is something for the celebrities but you will save a lot of time and money by going out and having a day's shopping with a professional. Use the expertise that is there.

Grooming is difficult for men still. I love Kiehls stuff. Something for the morning, something for the evening with anti-oxidants and anti-wrinkle and and that's about it. I don't think men really need to do much else. You walk into Kiehls and there's brick walls, a Harley Davidson. There's also no one in there - it's very intimate, "What can we do for you?"

I would never go for the brief or the Speedo personally. We wear that on the catwalk for a reason, for an effect. If you want to go tight then you get the short, cropped, sporty kind of swimming trunks. I think they're as far as you want to go in that direction. But I remember seeing this picture of Paul Newman and Robert Redford on set playing table tennis. They've both got these really short, cropped swimming shorts turned up at the end. Amazing.

Friday, September 17, 2010

David Gandy: five things I know about style

Oct 17, 2010 - By Shahesta Shaitly

1) I was a sporty teenager. I wore jeans, T-shirt and jumpers when I wasn't in training kit. I have to keep fit for my job – I go to the gym five times a week, but I don't have time for team sports.

2) Being a model has taught me a lot about style. I work with amazing photographers and stylists, so I've picked up tips on how to dress. Men are dictated to by magazines about what we should wear, and that can be really off-putting for a lot of guys.

3) Individuality is important, but it doesn't feel like it exists now. One person wears a check shirt, and next thing you know everyone is in one. The UK has a history of wonderful style: dandies, punk, Savile Row – it's a shame we've forgotten that.

4) Guys shop in a very different way to women. Women enjoy it, and to most men it's a necessity. Men should consider getting personal shoppers – we take our car to the garage, why not get advice on how to shop?

5) I admire men like Paul Newman and Steve McQueen – there was such an ease to the way they dressed. There wasn't too much thought going into it. They were just effortlessly chic.

David Gandy's Style Guide mobile phone app is out now (davidgandystyleguide.com)

Source: Guardian.co.uk

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Styling by David Gandy

David Gandy is about as super as male models get and probably best known as the face (and body) of Dolce and Gabbanas Light Blue fragrance.

His latest endeavour, however, is the The David Gandy Mens Styling App, everything a man could wish to know about getting his look right at the touch of a finger.

Its all the tricks of the trade that Ive picked up over the last nine years, from working with all the best people  the best stylists, the best photographers, the best creatives, elaborates David, pictured above at Richard James Bespoke.  Ive produced the app in association with the stylist Joe Ottaway. Some men seem to be a bit confused and intimidated by the whole world of fashion. We want to simplify things.

An example trick of the trade? Get certain clothes altered by a tailor. It makes such a difference. A lot of ready to wear clothing is made to fit a wide range of customers, so youre lucky if you find something that fits you well. Weve got a before and after bit on the app of a guy who spent a bit of money getting a regular, off the peg suit altered and you wouldnt believe the difference.

Its a top tip, and one that is not lost here at Richard James, where we know only too well that we are not all the same shape or size and offer an in house alterations service of the exactitude you would expect from Savile Row: suit coats can be squared off (made flat) if they bunch under the back of the lapel; side seams can be taken in or let out; sleeves and coats shortened, and cuffs made to work (button). Moving down, trousers can be taken up or let down; waists taken in or let out; legs narrowed; belt loops added, and the fork (what a tailor calls the crotch, and so called because it is the spot from which four seams fork out) expanded.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

David Gandy, ¡Culpable!

By Alonso Escudero

Los modelos espiritifláuticos y con aire andrógino han quedado en el olvido, por lo menos hasta nuevo aviso, y esto se lo debemos a David Gandy, el modelo masculino más famoso del mundo. Platicamos en exclusiva con él durante su visita a México para la sesión de fotos de la campaña del Día del Padre para El Palacio de Hierro. Esto fue lo que nos dijo:

El mundo te conoció a partir de la campaña de la fragancia Light Blue de Dolce&Gabbana. Ante los ojos de todos sólo bastó una imagen y un comercial de televisión para que alcanzaras la fama universal y los contratos multimillonarios. ¿Fue tan fácil como parece?

¡Para nada! Antes de Light Blue yo tenía muchos problemas para conseguir trabajo como modelo. Decían que estaba muy alto, muy musculoso o muy masculino, siempre había un pero. En algún momento llegué a considerar que estaba en el negocio equivocado. Fueron muchos años de rechazos y de tocar puertas que no se abrían.

Acabas de renovar tu contrato con Dolce&Gabbana, ¿puedes darnos algunos detalles?
Lo único que puedo decir es que viene otro comercial de Light Blue y que es la continuación de la historia del primero.

¿(Domenico) Dolce o (Stefano) Gabbana?
Tienen personalidades muy diferentes pero se complementan muy bien. Creo que esa es la razón por la que son tan exitosos. Domenico se concentra más en el diseño de las colecciones y Stefano se ocupa de las campañas y la imagen de la compañía. Sin embargo, los dos son muy divertidos y es sorprendente que puedan dirigir tantos proyectos de manera simultánea.

¿Tienes alguna anécdota de la filmación del anuncio de televisión en Islandia para El Palacio de Hierro?
Tengo muchas. Desde que perdí mi pasaporte por dos días y creí que no podría cumplir con el contrato, hasta esperar a un géiser que simplemente no quería brotar. Quizá la más increíble es que nos salvamos, por cuestión de días, de la erupción del volcán que paralizó los aeropuertos europeos en abril. Muchas de las escenas las hicimos al pie de ese volcán.

¿Cuál es tu lugar favorito para ir de vacaciones?
Sin duda África es mi lugar favorito. Mis mejores vacaciones fueron en Uganda el año pasado, porque pude convivir con gorilas.

¿Cuál es tu opinión de nuestro país?
Por desgracia no he visto mucho de él. Sin embargo, siento aprecio por su gente. Los veo disfrutar de las cosas simples de la vida, siempre tienen una sonrisa y algo bueno para decir. Algo que muchas personas de otras ciudades importantes podrían aprender.

¿Cuál ha sido tu mayor logro?
Que varios editores digan que he hecho grandes contribuciones al mundo de la industria de la moda masculina. No estoy seguro de que sea cierto, pero me siento orgulloso de que al menos ellos lo crean.

¿Cuál crees que sea el secreto de tu éxito?
Quizá la tenacidad y la perseverancia. Hay una frase que me gusta mucho: No existe la suerte, sólo una persona bien preparada esperando una oportunidad.

Si viajas todo el tiempo, ¿cómo te mantienes en forma?
No hay excusa, siempre hay un gimnasio a donde quiera que vaya. En el peor de los casos puedes trabajar con el peso de tu cuerpo en el cuarto de hotel haciendo lagartijas o abdominales. Bueno, también me fijo en lo que como y en lo que bebo.

¿Qué es lo que más te apasiona?
Los automóviles. Nuevos y antiguos. Siempre lo han sido. Es más, trabajé en una revista de automovilismo cuando tenía 17 años. (Su colección de autos incluye un Porsche de los sesenta, un Lotus Elise y un Audi TT, entre otros.)

¿Qué productos de cuidado personal utilizas?
Siempre he usado crema hidratante, pero ahora que soy más viejo utilizo crema hidratante ¡ANTIEDAD! (risas).

¿Cómo describirías tu estilo para vestir?
Si pudiera usar trajes todos los días, lo haría. Amo las corbatas, los pañuelos y los sacos bien construidos. Mi estilo lo baso en mezclar y personalizar mi atuendo. Por ejemplo: combino jeans desgarrados con zapatos de vestir ingleses y una playera de cuello en V pronunciado con un saco clásico ajustado. Tal vez mi estilo se podría describir como un look desaliñado chic.

¿Cómo es un día normal en tu vida?
Varía mucho. Pasa de tener cinco citas en un solo día, a volar 22 horas para una sesión fotográfica que dura 30 minutos, a no tener nada que hacer. Es una de las razones por las que me gusta estar en este negocio.

¿Cuál es tu ciudad favorita para vivir?
Ahora vivo entre Londres y Nueva York. Pero Londres sigue siendo mi favorita. Puede ser que la gente sea gruñona o que sea una ciudad carísima para vivir, pero siempre que estoy ahí ¡soy feliz!

¿Cómo es tu familia?
Soy muy cercano a mis padres y a mi hermana. Mis papás viven a hora y media de Londres, así que voy a visitarlos bastante seguido. Mi hermana vive en España con su esposo y mis dos adorables sobrinos, y también trato de verlos cada vez que puedo.

¿Planeas ser papá?
Quiero tener tres hijos y ¡muchos animales!

Fuente:  Gaceta Soy Totalmente Palacio.com.mx/nº10

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Man of the Moment

DAVID GANDY isn't just a pretty face.

The male supermodel found himself in Oxford University's esteemed Union on Monday night as fashion had a brainy moment. Gandy was joined on a panel by photographer Tony McGee, the V&A's senior curator Claire Wilcox, fashion consultant Frances Card and VOGUE.COM editor Dolly Jones to chat to the students about how to make it in an industry not usually associated with the lofty intellectualism of Oxford.

While the students were happy to hear about each of the panellist's careers and to ask plenty of questions, there was no doubt that all eyes were on Gandy - fresh from an appearance on the Friday Night With Jonathan Ross show and looking as Dolce & Gabbana-gorgeous in real life as he does in his little white pants in the ads.

Admitting that it hadn't been easy to break into the industry when he started modelling "because the trend was for skinny, androgynous guys who had bodies more like girls", the very masculine Gandy had all the women giggling like schoolgirls throughout - and the boys joined in when he told a shocking story about finding himself in someone else's hotel bathroom during a recent shoot. (Caught short and in a desperate hurry, he mistook somebody else's beach hut for his own, only to walk out of the bathroom - refreshed - to find a surprised honeymoon couple wondering what he'd been doing in there).

As well as building his own profile into one to rival any of the super-girls ("I saw a gap in the market"), Gandy has also taken it upon himself to help men for whom fashion is still a mystery. "Men are still quite scared of the connotations of looking gay, even in 2010," he said. "But dressing well can be incredibly easy. You don't have to buy a suit from the most expensive labels - you can pick one up from the high street and for an extra £20 or £30 you could have it tailored to fit you perfectly - and nothing really looks better than a tailored suit. And because we're limited to jeans, T-shirts and suits, it's important to be confident with accessories to look good and be different - it doesn't have to be difficult."

While styling might be another of his talents, however, modelling is still first and foremost. "I've managed to just about cross the line from model to celebrity which puts me up against David Beckham and Jude Law when it comes to modelling jobs," he said. "It's an amazing feeling to be on that level - but on the other hand I do kind of just think, 'I wish they'd sod off - I want those campaigns!'"

Source: Vogue.co.uk

Sunday, April 25, 2010

A week with male model David Gandy

By  Alex Clark 

David Gandy, one of the worlds most successful male models and the extremely handsome chap credited with helping mens fashion turn away from the drainpipe shape and pale complexions that ruled supreme for several years and back to beefcake, is in the gym. I am watching him. Thus far, there have been multidirectional lunges and press-ups involving a large ball. I have done very little except perch on a stool and sip at some greenish water given to me by Gandy's personal trainer, Nathalie, which, she explains, will help alkalinize my system (I think). I am, however, exhausted; watching a 6ft 2in, 15-stone man lift his own body weight while strapped into some kind of medieval stirrup contraption is enough to puff anyone out. Do you want to have a go? asks Nathalie, as her charge takes to a hideous-looking climbing machine. I do not. Even the warm-down involves lying on a bed of nails.

But, Gandy tells me afterwards, he reckons Nathalie was going pretty easy on him today, perhaps because I was there, and perhaps because he is not, at the moment, in one of the truly fearsome conditioning phases that precede a major advertising campaign and that see him virtually decamp to the gym, banish booze, bulk up on protein and cut down on carbs. Right now, in the midst of London Fashion Week, which happens to have coincided with him turning 30, he is letting loose a little, although the extent of that seems to be that he follows his healthy salmon lunch with a highly decorated cupcake. I promise not to nip back to the gym and tell Nathalie.

The (normally) rigorous routine shows. Gandy is an extraordinary shape, like an inverted pyramid on long, limber legs; he also has the kind of strong, chiseled features that make you think of firemen rescuing puppies from blazing buildings. Broad-shouldered, rippling of arm and tight of torso, it is little surprise that photographers often seem keen to persuade him out of clothes and into the scantiest of scanties; the breathless postings on numerous websites confirm that his fans are highly appreciative of such an approach. The David calendar, shot by Mariano Vivanco for Dolce & Gabbana in 2008, which poses its model in all manner of apparently quotidian situations taking a shower, prone between rumpled sheets, eating a takeaway and, rather less obviously, adopting an attitude of prayer is beyond suggestive. Those shots were a little risqué, concedes Gandy, before explaining that Vivanco had taken his very first head-shots and that they had subsequently become great friends. It could have been embarrassing, but it was fun.

Also fun there were beautiful girls and speedboats, after all was Mario Testinos Capri shoot for Dolces Light Blue fragrance, the 2007 campaign that transformed Gandy's career. Hitherto, he had been a highly employable commercial model, constantly hopping on and off planes to be photographed for catalogues and advertisements throughout the world. He was not, however, a particularly well-known name, and neither was he entirely satisfied with what he was doing. After Light Blue, he was the face of one of the worlds most prestigious fashion houses. Like all overnight success stories, though, there was more to it than met the eye.

For a start, Gandy might never have become a model had it not been for the good offices of a student housemate. We were watching a television show, he tells me, and they were doing a modelling competition and she said, You should go for that. He laughed it off. Only a month later, when the phone rang telling him he was down to the last 15 on This Morning (he hung up, assuming it was a wrong number), did his friend confess to having entered him secretly. When he won the competition, and with it a place on the immensely powerful Select Model Managements books, he was told hed been plucked off the no pile at the last minute. He was 21 and into computers, cricket and rugby, not clothes and cameras; hed thought he might want to work with cars or animals. Subsequently, his university friends told him he was known around the campus as Model Dave. I might have got a few more dates at the time if Id known that girls were calling me that, he says, a mite ruefully.

But, despite that initial triumph, Gandy had entered modelling at a tricky time. It was when the androgynous, skinny Dior guys were in the industry, he recalls. I was laughed at when I used to walk into castings people would go, Its the big guy! It was suggested to him (more tactfully, one imagines, than it might have been to a female counterpart) that he could lose a little of his bulk. But he stuck to his guns; if anything, he says, he wanted to have a bigger and better body. It was the suits that mattered, not [the models], he notes now, which I don't think appealed to anyone. It might have appealed to the fashion industry a little bit, but to Joe Public, I don't think they could get what fashion was talking about.

For three or four years, he worked steadily and successfully, but he was beginning to tire of the treadmill of economy air travel and endless shoots. After intense discussions with Select, he took the radical step of turning down all offers of commercial work and rebuilding brand Gandy; sophisticated, elegant, sensual and undeniably big. Eventually came a Dolce & Gabbana shoot in Los Angeles with renowned photographer Steven Meisel (I loved it. I thought, This is what I want to do) and then, on the back of that, Light Blue. Goodbye economy, hello business class, and hello the covers of VMan (The Making of a Supermodel) and L'Optimum's Sixty Years of Cannes special issue. Although Gandy doesnt discuss money, its fair to assume that he earns a more than healthy living wage; and while he is keen to debunk the myth that models wont get out of bed for less than £10,000, one imagines they dont lease out their faces for peanuts.

So what is the life of a male supermodel like? Well, Gandy is at pains to point out in the week or so that I spend with him that what Im seeing isnt entirely typical; it isnt always London Fashion Week (though, to my outsiders eyes, it always seems to be Somewhere Fashion Week), and it isn't always his 30th birthday. When he invites me to accompany him to a fitting at Dolce & Gabbanas London store, hes juggling his forthcoming runway appearance in Naomi Campbell's Fashion For Relief show in aid of Haiti with attendances at the Elle Style Awards and the Harpers Bazaar Love Ball, hosted by Natalia Vodianova for her charity. In between, he's planning to pop back to his native Billericay to celebrate his birthday with his mates.

Davids like our family, so I do bark at him, says the lady at Dolce, as she ushers a slightly late Gandy towards the rail of suits, shirts, ties and scarves and rows of highly polished shoes that have been laid out for his arrival. But there seems to be more hugging than barking, even though the team is at full stretch dressing the likes of Kylie, James Blunt, Kasabian and Alesha Dixon for that nights Brit Awards. The task today is to choose two outfits for Fashion For Relief, the only stricture being that the shows creative director has stipulated a light palette for the catwalk, with no colour darker than grey. A period of consideration ensues, garments held up to the light, fabrics caressed, and then Gandy slips into a dressing room and emerges in a white suit, its jacket edged with black, white shirt and a thin white tie. Loafers and brogues go off and on; Gandy might be the only man I have ever met who uses a shoehorn. The effect, it must be admitted, is something else suave, slightly edgy and thoroughly raffish. Lovely, I say, though nobody, quite rightly, has asked for my opinion; in any case, I later realize that the correct term of approbation is stunning.

The second outfit, a casual look, is more of a test for my limited understanding of high fashion. Ive grasped just that jeans these days must be ripped; but I don't get the clearly deliberate havent-tucked-your-long-johns-in effect created by the patterned lining that pokes out at waist, thigh, knee and ankle. But add a tight white waistcoat and a beautifully tailored grey jacket and the ensemble does, indeed, begin to look lovely. I mean stunning.

Gandy is clearly as interested in the clothes he models as he is in maintaining the body beneath them; although D&G doesn't require him to wear its lines when hes out and about, he frequently does because they fit him, he says, like a glove. He is slightly despairing of the capacity of the average man (and, to be blunt, the average British man) to throw outfits together and to wear suits that do nothing for their body shapes. He wonders whether he's identified a gap in the market and, possibly, even a new iPhone app, to help with the simplest things in the world, like how to match your shoes with your belt. I see guys who will have a great tux, but then come with a four-year-old bent-up shoe and spoil the whole thing. For someone to say, Buy some decent shoes, or don't wear that big buckled belt with that You see people who think if theyve got Hugo Boss, they're going to look great well, you're not going to look great, because it doesnt fit you. On the other hand, you can go to Marks & Spencer or to Zara and buy a suit for £200, pay a tailor £50 to lengthen it or shorten it, or take in the trousers, and thats what makes a suit absolutely superb.

The next time I meet Gandy, London Fashion Week is in full swing, and he has agreed to further my fashion education by taking me to see Antonio Berardi's show of womens clothing. Outside a warehouse in Bloomsbury, early on a freezing, drenched Monday morning, models in dressing gowns shiver underneath umbrellas during hasty fag breaks, their hair further protected by wads of cotton wool; fashionable types pick their way down the soggy gravel drive in implausibly fragile-looking shoes; a man in a turquoise feather parka looks, at least, warm. Gandy has spent the weekend in Essex, attending a Rat Pack-themed party thrown by a friend also reaching 30, complete with ice sculptures and girls jumping out of cakes. I bet he had the best suit there, I say, and he looks graciously sheepish; he loves the fact that few of his longstanding friends even know who Mario Testino is, and instead gleefully jump on pictures of him dressed outlandishly (most notably when he appeared in US Vogue as Superman: It was like Christmas come early, he grins). He also had a nice dinner cooked for him by his mum My bit of respite, he says. He speaks often and lovingly of his family, the passion for cricket he shares with his father, the idea of taking his nephew to a children's sleepover in the Natural History Museum. His mother accompanied him on to This Morning, and he was thrilled when his grandfather, not well at the time, was able to watch it. Not that any of them are fashion insiders: he also confides that his mother once rang him excitedly to tell him shed seen him in a magazine. On inspection, it turned out not to be him at all. Theres a side of me that adores having them know nothing about it, he says.

Once inside, Gandy is in his element; noticeably, he has an ability to switch seamlessly into professional mode, composing his face and stance instantly when photographers approach him for a quick snap. He tells me he's still not used to having his picture taken in that kind of context, but Id say hes adjusting to it pretty well. He is here simply because he is friends with both Berardi and the shows creative director, but he clearly enjoys the opportunities to mingle with the fashion worlds great and good that his increased visibility has brought. When an organizer beckons him to the front row, he gallantly makes sure Im invited, too. While we wait for the show to begin, he fills me in on the highlights of the Fashion For Relief show, which included him nicking Skins chair in the backstage mêlée and a guest appearance by Ronnie Corbett. (All I wanted was for him to sit down in a leather chair and tell me a story. It would have been a dream.)

The clothes, when they begin to loop around the room, are exquisite: dramatic but somehow austere, shades of milk, blood and fuchsia (as the press release has it) cut into sleek silhouettes that somehow combine theatricality with wearability (if you are slender enough). Several of them feature sheer black bodices that are worn, here if not in real life, with no undergarment, providing a flash of nipple that is somewhat incongruous at 10 a.m. We think were cold, Gandy whispers to me.

Im struck by how different the lives of male and female models must be; at this show, and no doubt most others at London Fashion Week, thinness is still very much the order of the day, and all the women wear stilettos so high that they are forced into an unnatural, tipped-back gait. When one of them stumbles on the final circuit, the audience reacts with a gasp of fellow-feeling and, as she removes her shoes, a rousing round of applause.

But Gandy has built his career on quite a different representation of the body, one in which the kind of muscle definition normally seen on a thoroughbred horse, together with impeccable grooming, conveys an image of supreme health, vitality and male beauty. That image also presents us very clearly with a particular view of masculinity, one that implies strength, vigour and potency. You dont, of course, get to look like that without the gym regime, the protein shakes and the intricate attention of numerous couturiers, stylists and photographers, but Gandy's stock-in-trade is also a kind of naturalness that sees him eschew make-up and airbrushing. Despite the evident artifice of the fashion industry, and despite his own preternaturally good looks, Gandy seems curiously unaffected by it all, as though hes having a blast but cant take it all too seriously. There's a bit of Zoolanderesque presumption about who you are, he tells me, referring to the Ben Stiller film that featured a male model of mind-bending stupidity. And in some ways Im trying to break that trend. People think if you're in modelling, you stay in modelling because you cant do anything else. But Im at the top of my league, Im having a bit of influence on people for once, and Im enjoying it. Its opening up many doors, so Id be pretty stupid to leave it.