Ninety-one years. Long life, yeah. But somehow still not enough. Armani leaving feels like a curtain dropping too fast, like you’re still waiting for one more show, one more suit, one more yacht reveal. He wasn’t just a designer, he was the designer. Minimal. Sharp. Always in control. And now gone.
He flipped it. Simple as that. In 1975, when he launched his brand, men’s fashion was loud, too much going on. Then Armani walked in with clean cuts, no fuss, no glitter. Suddenly minimalism was sexy. Power wasn’t in color, it was in the cut. He made understatement louder than excess. And it stuck. He didn’t just stay in clothes either. He pushed into perfume, interiors, hotels. Whole lifestyle. Armani wasn’t just a label, it was oxygen for anyone chasing that cool, untouchable look.
Because the land wasn’t enough. Armani had to extend his vision. He took fashion’s minimal vibe and dropped it straight into yachting. Projects like Admiral 72, Silver Star they weren’t just boats, they were floating temples of restraint. Whispering money instead of shouting it. He didn’t just style suits, he styled oceans. (And honestly, who expected a fashion guy to own the yacht game like that?)
Mariu. Then Main. Two different moods, same man. Mariu was his earlier pride, sleek and customized. But Main wow 65 meters of steel, dark and brooding, like it was pulled from a Batman movie. Outside, it screamed power. Inside, soft, warm, exact. That contradiction? That was Armani himself. Tough shell, refined soul. Owning a yacht wasn’t about status for him it was about identity.
Because Armani became bigger than Armani. His name equals elegance. His suits still dominate boardrooms, red carpets, even weddings. His interiors still sit in yachts and apartments. He even sponsored yacht regattas, putting his signature on the sea. And now, even after death, the brand continues. The myth continues. Honestly, you can’t erase Armani he wrote himself into culture too deep.
Bottom line? Goodbye, Giorgio. Minimalism’s king. Fashion’s architect. The man who made black and white scream louder than neon.
(And really, who else could make a blazer feel like destiny?)
Started my career in Automotive Journalism in 2015. Even though I'm a pharmacist, hanging around cars all the time has created a passion for the automotive industry since day 1.