Every August, when you arrived in Pantelleria, Main, his superyacht, welcomed you into the harbor. You hadn’t seen Main, its black silhouette, at anchor or underway for a while, but it was there, telling you that perhaps he ( Giorgio Armani ) was on the island or was about to arrive. This year, Main wasn’t there, and rumors swirled of a melancholy tied to the years that were inexorably passing…
The “King” of fashion has passed away, like so many greats in recent years who will be hard to replace. We liked him because he was the epitome of a European self-made man. With great style and equal parts alacrity. Discreet and authentic, in his private life and in his feelings. The same discretion was evident in his timeless clothes, which spoke of codes perhaps closer to Eastern contemplation than the pomp of the final years of a declining West. We hope his departure can be a sign of a new cultural revolution in fashion, and perhaps we’ll look to the horizon for Main to return to the waves off Scauri.

Gioia Gange