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I was lucky enough to encounter Anna in Paris following an YSL catwalk show at Palais de Tokyo in 2009. She wore her signature pale blue hair, hat and what can only be described as an orgy of a furry fireworks. Of course she stood out of the crowd – the fashion elite of Vogue editors, VIP’s, buyers, bloggers, models, most of them in at that season de rigueur black leather leggings. She was not making a spectacle of herself, there were no bodyguards or fan following, not even the usual swarm of paparazzi and streetstyle bloggers – she was just quietly waiting for a cab in a dark spot. Style, as Coco Chanel noted, is refusal: not seeking approval, not leading, not following, just pure elegance that’s always just there. Anna Piaggi was a spectacularly intelligent refusal to diktats, trends and all those other endless sartorial contracts of today’s fashion world. At the same time, she was one of the last dinosaurs who regarded the highly stylised, over-the-top madness and genius eccentricity of an early Alexander McQueen or John Galliano catwalk show or just your average glossy fashion shoot not as fantasy but as a natural way of life.
Dear Anna, fashion will never be the same again without you.