Actually, Casper wouldn’t have existed at all if in the middle of the summer I hadn’t loved a guy who then disappeared into thin air at any moment. But as long as the hunting with the rifle for this kind of male specimens remains an illegal practice, it remains only the irony as a defense weapon.
And if irony is a weapon, Casper is the perfect case.
Born to exorcise ghosting, Casper is a phantasmagoric handkerchief in crystal mesh that hides a silk satin clutch.
While the shirt is sewn by hand by the women of Tuscia, the brass clasp is made in Arezzo by the master goldsmith Stanislao.
Equally artisanal is the processing of the iconic handle with the knot, made from a bar in transparent methacrylate, first heated and then knotted by hand by Nando (who, it is said, works the methacrylate since it was invented!)