I remember 1991 when I moved to Milan from London, straight after university to come work for Giorgio Armani. I was scruffy, dishevelled, always late, especially in the morning, and used to forget everything, even my shoes. Armani taught me rigour and discipline. He taught me how every tiny detail counts. He was tireless and uncompromising and so demanding I would often cry out of frustration.
But the thing was, he was always right. It was very annoying!
