Just a few days before this 2016 ends I have to write about another death, hopefully the last one.

Dies today Franca Sozzani. Editor in Chief of Vogue Italia since the year I was born (1988). Recently awarded the Swarovski Fashion Award For Positive Change at the Fashion Award, Franca Sozzani used her position to fight for what she really cared about with passion and commitment, like supporting the European Institute of Oncology for the prevention and diagnosis of oncological diseases, one of which took her away from us.

After classical and philosophical studies her deep passion for fashion landed at Vogue Bambini starting her accession to what she is known for in the world today. She was passionate, she was an earthquake of style, emotions, creativity. Franca Sozzani knew the importance of photography in this world addicted to visual input, she knew that this world needed images to understand the message. And so she used photos to talk about the important issues of our days. Racism, domestic violence, plastic surgery, body shaming. She used the most important fashion magazine in the world to spread love, she used haute couture to send messages and talk about what is right. And she did it with incredible style, with amazing class, with remarkable elegance. Franca Sozzani was a little charismatic fairy godmother of fashion with sparly blue eyes and silky long blond hair capable to influence the world with her visions.

She was cultured, innovative, extravagant and farsighted. Giving a voice to the incredible talent of Mario Testino, Herb Ritts, Bruce Weber, Peter Lindbergh, Paolo Roversi and Steven Meisel she brought to life some of the most famous fashion shooting so familiar to us today. And she kept bringing up talented artists with the “Who’s next” competition for young designers.

Franca Sozzani was an artist herself. The creative mind who made Italian Fashion history of the past 28 years. And she did it with a sweet smile.
I had a letter for you my dear Franca, dreaming to meet you one day at your desk at Vogue. I guess it will never happen. May you rest in peace and bring some great taste wherever you are going next.