I often wondered why my fashion-savvy Italian friend would get so excited when referring to Valentino. After seeing the documentary about the legendary designer, entitled "Valentino The Last Emperor," I now understand. His designs are indescribably beautiful and opulent. So beautiful, indeed, that even he didn't understand why everyone didn't consider him godlike. When wanting the film crew to turn off their cameras during a private moment, he wondered why they weren't "all on their knees"? Is it possible for an artist to create masterpieces without that kind of arrogance? Not in this case.
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