Franca Sozzani has died. I am not a fashionista by any stretch of the imagination, but I always thought she was what I would like to look like as I got older--switching out my reddish hair in my head for her blonde. I was never traditionally pretty. My eyes were too small, my nose a bit too large. I was not a head turner in the way that some of my friends were, but I did learn over time the appeal of being interesting to look at. This is something that I learned not from the models in the fashion magazines, but from the editors and women behind the scenes that I would sometimes glimpse in the pages. Franca Sozzani and Grace Coddington were the two that most impacted me. I don't look anything like either of them, but I still endeavor to model myself after the attitude that they both seemed to have about being themselves and not giving a good goddamn about pretending they weren't getting older.
She was a beautiful woman, and the
short poignant piece Anna Wintour wrote makes her out to be a lovely person as well. She was very young to die and I'm sorry for her family. I will miss seeing her but I continue to age with the grace that she modeled for me as I have grown into my middle-aged skin.