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.
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