A peaceful farewell rises for this breath of elegance: on the morning of September 4, 2025, a light went out. Giorgio Armani, in his ninety-first year, has departed, surrounded by his loved ones, leaving upon the fabric of time the indelible imprint of a style that has become memory.
Like a star whose path spans the centuries, he glided through the eras, reinventing masculine and feminine forms, imposing upon fashion a new physiognomy—simple and sublime at once. His vision, fluid and solemn like an ancient river, unrolled over the world an invisible carpet: from Milan to Hollywood, reaching even into the very souls of those who wore his creations as one might don a poem.
Born in the humble soil of Piacenza in 1934, he learned, in the silence of La Rinascente’s shop windows, the secret of appearances. In Nino Cerruti’s atelier, that discreet genius awoke within him, the one destiny had prepared to reign over fabrics.
In 1975, guided by a dream that seemed marked by Providence, he founded his house in Milan. Soon, his supple jackets, freed from all constraint, reshaped tailoring like a caress, liberating the body with a breath of modernity.
In 1980, the screen opened for Richard Gere in American Gigolo: Armani there became a symbol, and the red carpets of the world bowed before lines whose purity recalled the noble austerity of ancient columns.
There was in this man the slowness of a breath caressing fabric, the rigor of a tailor shaping the soul, and an elegance buried in the secret of garments. With wool, with cuts, with shadows, he wove not clothes but emotions. Without brilliance, without uproar, he rewrote our way of being: upon our shoulders, in our gestures, even in the gravity of our gaze.
Armani is gone. But his creations, faithful witnesses, will remain. They will carry across generations the memory of a man for whom every seam was a confidence, every fabric a word pledged. Prince of elegance, he was also prince of friendship and loyalty, one of the last great lords of a century ending in hurly-burly, but of which he, in silence, embodied the majesty.
FM