Fashion journalist Anna Piaggi died today and such a loss should not be taken lightly. She will be called a fashion icon, an eccentric, and plenty other overused labels, but there is truth in this instance. Even with age, her dedication to flamboyant style never wavered. I have always praised her for being both a journalist and an influential fashion personality all her own. Many fashion journalists do not share her visible interest in style. Perhaps it's an attempt at feigning objectivity (I think the word is a crock, in any case), which always seemed rather soulless and false to me. There is a reason why these people work in fashion—hopefully, it's a love of clothes, beauty, style, etc.—so neglecting that or pretending it's not there is a bit strange. As a journalist myself, I've always fancied styling myself in a conspicuous way and have found myself inspired by Piaggi's insistence on the same. She gave me hope in a world of monotony, was a true original, and will be dearly missed.
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