Alessandro Michele2:55
My dad was a very simple but also very complicated person. He was like a hippie shaman with long hair, a sculptor, played many instruments, wrote poems. My mom was like the very glamorous mom from the 50s and 60s. They met by accident—my mom had a twin, and her sister had a date with a guy who got sick, and he suggested my dad go out with her instead. I think it was karma. She said he was beautiful but so different from her, wild, and she felt uncomfortable for the first year, but they spent their whole lives together. My mom, very fragile, thought my dad was like a little god because he was in conversation with nature, animals, the wind—a real shaman. When my mom lost her sister and parents, she felt protected by him. It was a real love affair, maybe starting from a strange attraction. She stayed glamorous; I went out with them as a kid. My mom was always perfect, with this sweet perfume, and my dad was like a gypsy. They didn't change; they stayed in their own worlds. I learned you must always be who you are.