Valentino Garavani’s passing closes a chapter that defined what elegance looked like for more than half a century. From his Roman atelier in 1960 to the global runways he conquered, Valentino didn’t just make dresses; he created dreams in silk, tulle, and that unmistakable Valentino red. His final moments, spent at home surrounded by loved ones, mirror the intimacy and romance he stitched into every collection.
In Rome, his lying in state and funeral will draw models, muses, designers, and ordinary admirers who once only knew him through a dress in a window or a photograph in a magazine. Coming so soon after Giorgio Armani’s death, his loss feels like the curtain falling on Italy’s great style dynasty. Yet in every archive gown, every red-carpet memory, and every young designer he inspired, Valentino’s vision refuses to fade.
