The Emperor’s Last Clothes
“I love beauty. It’s not my fault.”- Valentino Garavani
It’s been six years since Valentino Garavani’s last show. The fashion world has moved on, but it would never ever recover to how it was when the great designer was still rocking the runways.
And it’s been almost a year since I saw a documentary about him. A really sad one. Not because it’s full of tragedies but it was about the last moments, the last days, and the last clothes of the fashion emperor before he took his final bow.
When Valentino was a young boy, he would always dream about the beautiful women of the movies and
Hollywood stars. He said that he used to pretend to be asleep
and day-dream about the beautiful women. There was never a moment in his life
when he wanted to be something else other than becoming an artist who makes
beautiful clothes and apparel for women.
My city (pag-aari ko talaga no? hahaha!)
played a very
crucial role in the fate of the designer. In the 60’s Florence was the
international fashion capital and this is where Valentino’s debut took place.
After his show in the Florence , all of the
world’s socialites, princesses, and most beautiful ladies were all running
after him, begging him to make the best clothes for them. Pitti Palace
impossible for you to not see fashion at work, or anything about fashion. It’s
everywhere- in the TV, in the streets, buildings, people both young and old.
Maybe this environment somehow injected some small degree of sensibility
towards fashion in me (despite the fact that I’m a fashion criminal). Italy
I am no fashionista or trend-setter, but even a jologs like me can tell that Valentino’s creations are simply one of the finest and the best, and simply the most divine and beautiful of all creations by any other Italian designer.
One thing that I noted in the documentary was that Valentino’s second language is French. And when he’s really pissed off he spurts out venomous invectives in that beautiful language. It is really one of the reasons why I’m planning to study French this summer, so that I can enunciate tirades in the most suave way possible.
When he said goodbye to the fashion world, almost all fashion editors and writers were mourning. To them, he was the last of that breed of designers with the glorious background and history of the dress-makers of the magnificent past.
Near the end of the documentary, I watched Valentino and his life-long companion and business partner embracing each other on the runway as my favorite aria “O Mio Babbino Caro” played on. It was romantic, sad, and beautiful. It’s very moving to see someone like Valentino on the verge of tears. The exuberance and beauty of his art will always, and should always be remembered.