Darling.
When I left the editorial world in 2010 — after thirty years dressing the most extraordinary women on this planet — I told the trades that I was retiring. I had every intention of meaning it. I have a house in Provence. I have a husband who is, on balance, a pleasure. I had, briefly, a parrot.
What pulled me back was a simple question, asked at a dinner in the Cotswolds by a woman whose name I still won’t print. She said: “Roxy, why is there no agency for men that treats them the way you treated us?” I gave her some perfectly polite nonsense about market forces. I went home. I did not sleep. I founded HotMales the following spring.
In the years since, I have come to believe — quietly, decisively, and against the prevailing tide — that the male modeling industry has been doing it backwards. The major houses think of their men as accessories: tall things to stand near handbags. We do not. We think of our men the way I once thought of the women I represented. We develop them. We sit with them. We ask them what they want their work to mean. We place them, with deliberation, in the rooms where they will be most fully seen.
I will be honest with you. We are not for everyone. We do not maintain an open call. We do not respond to inquiries that arrive with the wrong tone, and you will know what I mean by that. We have, on three separate occasions in the past year, referred correspondence to counsel. We will do so again, with the same patience, the same Pinot, and the same lack of apology.
If you are reading this, however, and you have a sense — even a small one — that the right gentleman in the right room could shape your next chapter, then I would very much like to hear from you. Maggie reviews everything first. I review what Maggie passes on. We move slowly, on purpose.
Welcome to the agency.