Do Nicolas Ghesquière and Alicia Vikander, Karl Lagerfeld and Kristen Stewart mean the same as Gala to Dalí?. In a world where beauty is an ephemeral category and always under suspicion, does the fascinating figure of the muse have a place? Is there room for a Gala? And, beyond, is there even room for the artist and his muse in the 21st century? Nacho Duato: "Miguel Bosé is lying.

I was not the love of his life"