Rome
They changed the name of the most famous city in the world, and renamed the place Valentino, or so it seemed last weekend in the Eternal City. What can I say? I know nothing about fashion, except that I know a beautiful dress when I see one, but I do know a lot about parties, and this one took the cake, all three days of it.
Valentino’s blend of elegance and sexiness has always attracted brand names. I suppose Jackie Onassis was among the first to spot his rare talent, but, to his credit, Valentino never went the way of Lagerfeld and other snooty seamstresses. In fact, on the contrary. The bigger he got, the nicer he became. Mind you, I have always known him to be incredibly generous and considerate of small-timers and big shots alike, and this in the cut-throat world of multibillionaire chancers and fashionistas, a world which makes Hollywood look like the von Trapp family in The Sound of Music.
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