The artist, the couturier, the artist. He was and forever will be a remarkable technician of cut, a great explorer of materials, more than dress sculptor than a ready-to-wear designer. He didn’t care about the hectic fashion week schedule; trends; conventions behind leading a luxury fashion brand. The father to supermodels, friend of real musicians. A Tunisian who bewitched Paris forever. I feel so blessed that I saw him, even for those two seconds, at his studio / boutique on rue de Moussy, few years ago. With him, fashion is not clothes – it’s emotions.

That’s Azzedine Alaïa. Forever in my heart.