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by Sofia Brontvein
The Final Elegance: Giorgio Armani, One Of the Last Fashion Gods, Passed Away
4 Sept 2025
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Giorgio Armani wasn't just a designer. He was a revolution disguised in restraint. A man who believed that fashion was not about shouting, but about whispering in a language so clear, so elegant, that the entire world turned to listen. His name alone became shorthand for an entire aesthetic: clean lines, quiet strength, timeless confidence. Armani taught us that true luxury is not in excess, but in precision — the drape of a jacket, the curve of a shoulder, the freedom of an unlined suit. He stripped fashion of its noise and, in doing so, gave it a new soul.
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Born in 1934 in Piacenza, Italy, Armani lived almost a century, but he never stopped being dynamic, passionate, and alive. Even in his nineties, he personally walked onto the runway after every single show, modest, with a smile, acknowledging the applause not as a god among mortals but as a craftsman among his peers. That bow, season after season, was a ritual of humility. In an industry that so often forgets the human hands behind the spectacle, Armani never let us forget that creation is personal, intimate, fragile.
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His achievements are staggering. He didn’t just dress people — he dressed entire eras. He defined the power suit of the 1980s, clothing executives and actresses alike in a new silhouette of authority. He turned Richard Gere into an icon in American Gigolo, proving that cinema could become a runway. He turned red carpets into Armani carpets, outfitting Hollywood with his discreet perfection. He expanded into couture with Armani Privé, into lifestyle with Armani Casa, into hospitality with Armani Hotels. He became not only a designer, but an empire. Yet, unlike so many contemporaries, he never sold his vision. The Armani house remained fiercely independent, answering only to him — a dynasty guarded by its founder until his last day.
And through all this, he never lost his humanity. Armani was not a ghostly brand name; he was a man who continued to work daily, sketching, fitting, correcting, present in every detail. He kept showing up. That was perhaps his greatest lesson: greatness is not just in genius, but in showing up — over and over, decade after decade, without losing faith in your own language.
I remember when I first studied his work back in 2016, as a young fashion editor at GQ Russia. To me, Armani was not just a name in history books; he was a living god, one of the last titans still walking among us. His collections were part of my education — the clean geometry of a jacket, the way he could make black feel like an entire spectrum, the elegance that made you want to stand taller just by looking at it. Armani taught me, without ever knowing it, what it means to treat fashion with respect. He was the teacher I never met, but one who shaped my way of seeing.
And perhaps that was Armani’s magic: he influenced not just the stars he dressed, but every young journalist, every aspiring designer, every student flipping through a glossy magazine, trying to understand why some clothes feel eternal while others expire the next season. Armani’s work was eternal.
Even here, in the Middle East, his legacy has roots. The Armani Hotel in Dubai’s Burj Khalifa became a temple of his aesthetic — forty floors of silence, shadow, light, and fabric, sculpted the way only he could. In 2021, he celebrated his brand’s fortieth anniversary with a spectacular “One Night Only” show in Dubai, bringing his vision to a city that understands ambition, modernity, and timelessness. The UAE recognized his genius with a Golden Visa, honoring him as more than a foreign designer: as a cultural architect, a man whose vision resonated across continents.
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Giorgio Armani passed away in Milan at the age of 91. But to say he is gone feels almost untrue. His empire remains, his philosophy remains, his discipline remains. What leaves with him is something harder to define: the presence of a man who proved that restraint could be radical, that simplicity could be immortal, that elegance could be power.
He was one of the last true gods of fashion — a modéliste in the purest sense of the word, who reshaped not just how we dress, but how we carry ourselves. And as he took his final bow, I cannot help but feel grateful that I lived in the time of Armani.
Thank you, Maestro. For the silence, for the grace, for the strength in softness. The runway will be emptier without you, but the world will always wear your silhouette.
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