Text Carlo Mazzoni. Everything shines in Lugano, clean and with no dust. The swans are social and friendly, taken up with hearted discourses with enchanted children – while we have found our docking, in front of each swan, in a new hotel settled on the steep descent in the first rise of the hill.
Text Carlo Mazzoni. Porstcards for the opening of a new Louis Vuitton space inside La Rinascente, the third store in Rome. They bring back memories from my childhood. I flick through them, their titles sounding like the titles of detectives or romantic novels, the kind you pack with you when leaving for a long journey.
Text Carlo Mazzoni. Nostalgia is a form of energy that, in Forte dei Marmi – when the sky is clear in May, the sea looks like an ocean , the Apuane Alps turn into crystal – becomes glorious. Giuseppe Colombo and Titti Maschietto are longtime friends: two young friends and two adults, capable of perceiving such glory from every bark veining.
Text Carlo Mazzoni. I want to talk about the wisteria, the first I see in bloom this spring. It’s blossoming.
Text Barbara Capone. It comes with the sun, with the breeze and the thought. It insinuates into your soul.