Franca: Chaos and Creation
Franca: Chaos and Creation – awarded the prize Nastro d’Argento, a full-length film about Franca Sozzani shot by her son Francesco Carrozzini. Starting from today, for a few days, until 27th September at cinemas in Italy. Two figures are protagonists: Franca, a mother and the relationship with her son, and La Franca, mother of Vogue Italia. Vogue Italia is not only fashion, it is all the rest of it. Art, current news, business. A way and a world.
Text Carlo Mazzoni
Franca would stay in the office until late. It was 8.30 pm, that night, in the Vogue offices. I was just an intern – I was twenty-three – fifteen years ago. She had assigned me a project to be carried out at the Duomo, and that night I had a problem, and the only thing I could do was ask her how to solve it. I was shaking,; my mouth was dry. Franca used to say we had to bring her solutions, not problems. Franca was alone in her office. I knocked at her door, although it was open – it was probably the fourth or fifth time I spoke to her or, better, that I stammered something to her. I walked in, Franca considered me just enough to listen to what I was saying. I stammered out quickly what it was about – how could she understand was I was saying, I don’t know yet – she turned around, looked at me, saw how tense I was, she smiled.
On August 12, it was Franca on the phone. Everybody else was on vacation, Franca was furious – I was in a rush, by train or by car, back to Milan, without being of help at all. I wish I could keep learning from her. All the red roses I sent her, all the roses I would still send to her. Out of a hundred photographs, she would pick just one, right away. I would leave my apartment, in via Bagutta – Franca was invited to dinner by someone living in my building – I would hold the door open for her, my heart beating furiously, I was like a kid with a wild crush. I has a degree in dentistry – I didn’t know what to do in my life. I wanted to be a novelist. When I was interviewed for I Postromantici, they asked me who was the person I admired the most – Franca Sozzani. I was asked other times, I replied the same every time. My heart was beating fast when I sat next to her at a dinner. My heart would beat every time I met her – really – every single time I met her. Franca had always been ahead of my brain – faraway and ahead, forward. Every time I had the guts I hoped I could take a step in her direction. I didn’t know what I would do in my life, but I would have like do to, I still would like to do, what Franca did.