Ageless, Like Armani
There are no urine tests for fashion designers, no central governing body to verify if they are enhancing their performance in any way. When Giorgio Armani steps out for his warm bath of applause after each runway show, he looks strikingly the same: tight shirt caressing piles of muscle, skin the color of a lovely vintage bag from the Portobello Market, a bushel of hair long and white and slick. Some years ago, he arrived at his current age, and then just stopped. Cryogenics, Botox, rubdowns with salted blubber and lavender-scented gels: whatever he’s using, it’s working.