Where the music I have inside resounds,
the melody that makes me dance among things.
the melody that makes me dance among things.
ascoltare
Ascoltare
is an open,
indulgent
and absorbed gaze.
It is a bridge
thrown across to others,
where you can meet
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ascoltare
Ascoltare
is an open,
indulgent
and absorbed gaze.
It is a bridge
thrown across to others,
where you can meet
and embrace each other halfway.
It’s attention to what is not said,
to what is not written,
to the blink of an eye
or the shivering of the skin.
Moving by, moving with.
Everything is charged with its own feeling.
Like waves,
that are charged with immense distances,
of the rays of the sun,
of the depth of the night,
the fury of the storm.
They tell you about when and how high they became
and how, then, they became very small,
until they reached you.
And everything is contact,
and everything is,
still,
meeting.
Close-up of a Phalaenopsis orchid and Vitty 'Sunset with the Queen'.
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ricordare
Ricordare,
wandering around the heart
with a butterfly net,
surrounded
by a quantum cloud
of joys and sorrows,
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ricordare
Ricordare,
wandering around the heart
with a butterfly net,
surrounded
by a quantum cloud
of joys and sorrows,
and not being able to know
their name and distance
at the same time.
To aspire
to be a butterfly
around the heart
of someone you love.
Our very first Ariel, and next to it the version (with carnation) "In the seashell".
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ricordare
Ricordare,
wandering around the heart
with a butterfly net,
surrounded
by a quantum cloud
of joys and sorrows,
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ricordare
Ricordare,
wandering around the heart
with a butterfly net,
surrounded
by a quantum cloud
of joys and sorrows,
and not being able to know
their name and distance
at the same time.
To aspire
to be a butterfly
around the heart
of someone you love.
Our very first Ariel, and next to it the version (with carnation) "In the seashell".
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creative journey
Sometimes it is urgent to return to the essence.
And then I listen, silent and total, to what I have inside.
For that to happen, I have to get away from everything that makes noise, so I leave.
My favorite place is the island.
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creative journey
Sometimes it is urgent to return to the essence.
And then I listen, silent and total, to what I have inside.
For that to happen, I have to get away from everything that makes noise, so I leave.
My favorite place is the island.
Every time I choose a new island.
And every island has its own arguments.
The choice is never random nor reasoned.
The call this time came from Sardinia, and I left, no longer alone.
Around I have the sea, its waves that deposit treasures of distant stories.
The wind, restless, has a sincerity that does not make discounts.
The sand, which opens universes of colors.
And when I’m there, all I have to do is open myself, let matter reveal itself, form settles down, color speaks.
And then there was Mario on the beach, the carpaccio at home, the blue in the eyes...
And instead of drawing, I welcome a vision.
Instead of doing, I meet pieces of myself in things and I find my story reflected in them.
Sometimes it’s urgent to dive into all this sea to dance.
Vitty "Last Tango in Paris" and the Sardinian sky from the nuraghe "La Prisgiona".
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sognare
Sognare,
daydreaming,
getting lost in the clouds.
In the dream,
dating ideas
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sognare
Sognare,
daydreaming,
getting lost in the clouds.
In the dream,
dating ideas
at the extreme edges of reality.
A joyful wandering
towards chance
at mazurka pace,
when the shortest way
between two hearts
is the arabesque.
A glimpse of Lucia's "Rhapsody in blue" and Casper's "Jonquil AB"
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inner landscapes
It always happens to those who, from the outside, look through an open window to see an infinitely more endless landscape than those who look outward. There is no space deeper, richer and more mysterious [read more]
inner landscapes
It always happens to those who, from the outside, look through an open window to see an infinitely more endless landscape than those who look outward. There is no space deeper, richer and more mysterious [read more]
inner landscapes
It always happens to those who, from the outside, look through an open window to see an infinitely more endless landscape than those who look outward. There is no space deeper, richer and more mysterious space than a room that is furnished, lived in and temporarily uninhabited. Everything that lies beneath the light of the star we call the Sun is infinitely less interesting than what goes on behind a curtain. When the wind stops being an accomplice and conspires to unravel the mystery. When the old and heated tungsten of the light bulbs or - good last ones - the cold and cynical diodes of the LEDs, spy on life in the world outside, in a magical theater of shadows. That life that dreams, that suffers, that rejoices and that, fatally, lives.
The exhibition space in Milan, at our show-room Massimo Bonini in viale Manzoni.
The exhibition space in Milan, at our Massimo Bonini showroom in viale Manzoni.
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being blue
The sky is blue, the sea is blue: it seems the most obvious thing in the world. And yet it has not always been so. Shades aside, our ancestors (ancient Greeks, Arabs and Jews) seem not to have known the color blue.
In the 19th century, the scholar William Gladstone [read more]
being blue
The sky is blue, the sea is blue: it seems the most obvious thing in the world. And yet it has not always been so. Shades aside, our ancestors (ancient Greeks, Arabs and Jews) seem not to have known the color blue.
In the 19th century, the scholar William Gladstone [read more]
being blue
The sky is blue, the sea is blue: it seems the most obvious thing in the world. And yet it has not always been so. Shades aside, our ancestors (ancient Greeks, Arabs and Jews) seem not to have known the color blue.
In the 19th century, the scholar William Gladstone noted that in the Odyssey Homer speaks of an ocean "as dark as wine" and other shades far from the definition of blue. Even the ancient Hindi, Chinese and Hebrew languages never mention this color.
The first civilization to speak of blue was that of the Egyptians, who used blue dyes in frescoes and for makeup.
Of course, that doesn’t mean our ancestors didn’t see what we see, but most likely, until they had a word to describe it, they didn’t know it.
I mean, things really start to exist when we name them. In the names of objects and people there are hidden stories and characters, and that’s why all our bags have, always, a precise one.
The Big Wave in the blue version "Ortigia" and emerald "Teulada".
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mundus muliebris
When art, relieved of the burden of meaning, becomes an object for fashion. And when the object, freed from the destiny of function, coincides with art. Mundus Muliebris, or
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mundus muliebris
When art, relieved of the burden of meaning, becomes an object for fashion. And when the object, freed from the destiny of function, coincides with art. Mundus Muliebris, or [read more]
mundus muliebris
When art, relieved of the burden of meaning, becomes an object for fashion. And when the object, freed from the destiny of function, coincides with art. Mundus Muliebris, or "no message to deliver". It is a project, a "love" affair with Patrizio Di Massimo's art. The "Carmen con mano" dresses up with the artist's drawings and colors, in a symbiotic relationship between art and fashion. Both of them, only together, live a love affair of pure connection that is to say they become pure ornament. Without a message to leave to the world, but without giving up on a precise function.
Totally unnecessary objects.
Totally indispensable meetings.
Carmen (with hand) dressed by the artist Patrizio di Massimo.
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mundus muliebris
When art, relieved of the burden of meaning, becomes an object for fashion. And when the object, freed from the destiny of function, coincides with art. Mundus Muliebris, or "no message to deliver". It is a project, a "love" affair with Patrizio Di Massimo's art. The "Carmen con mano" dresses up with the artist's drawings and colors, in a symbiotic relationship between art and fashion. Both of them, only together, live a love affair of pure connection that is to say they become pure ornament. Without a message to leave to the world, but without giving up on a precise function.
Totally unnecessary objects.
Totally indispensable meetings.
Carmen (with hand) dressed by the artist Patrizio di Massimo.
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ricordare
Ricordare,
wandering around the heart
with a butterfly net,
surrounded
by a quantum cloud
of joys and sorrows,
[read more]
ricordare
Ricordare,
wandering around the heart
with a butterfly net,
surrounded
by a quantum cloud
of joys and sorrows,
and not being able to know
their name and distance
at the same time.
To aspire
to be a butterfly
around the heart
of someone you love.
Our very first Ariel, and next to it the version (with carnation) "In the seashell".
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