THE END

Scott and Garance

We are writing Milan Fashion Week, a number of years ago. The fashion posse had half an hour to kill between the Marni show and the Armani show, so everyone dove into a typical Italian coffee bar. With a terrace! I was intensely happy with my macchiato in the sun and willingly moved over when some English-speaking Americans wanted to take the other seats. It was Scott Schuman and Garance Doré. He gently scratched her back and caressed her neck. I fell in love. With both of them.

After that beautiful Sunday morning in Milan, I saw them everywhere. In that other famous coffee bar opposite the Dolce&Gabbana headquarters, at the CHANEL show where Scott dared to shout very loudly, “Anna, where áre you?” and made the whole Grand Palais laugh. I saw them in the front row at Valentino (they were sitting in the front row, I had a view of the front row), in the square in front of the Vuitton show where Garance, in pure clothing despair (because Vuitton is on the last day of all fashion weeks so the outfits were out), wore Scott's jeans. And rocked them. Of course.

Garance and Scott were the power couple of the fashion world. But now it's over. They both announced it on their sites. Like friends parting ways, you know how it goes.

Still, I hope to see them together somewhere in New York, Milan, or Paris soon. A cup of coffee in front of them, the cameras on their chests. And that Scott gently squeezes Garance's hand. Even if it's just friendly.