The publication is celebrating its 50th-year anniversary:
Franca Sozzani’s [Milan home] office is a complete mess. “It’s a disaster,” she agrees. “I don’t know how long I can survive in it.” Boxes wait to be packed or unpacked (it’s impossible to tell which), pictures are propped against walls and there are piles of books, piles of stuff. On top of one lies a VHS copy of Al Pacino’s Scent of a Woman. Sozzani has no clue why or how.