"THE SEA AND I"
WOMEN RESORT 2025 - MEN SPRING SUMMER 2025

Lines and horizons that connect archipelagos, Mediterranean perspectives of new routes, both real and imaginary. Painted, printed, woven, they bind summer memories, loves on the sand, afternoon siestas, sponge-like dreams. Turquoise, straw yellow, black, along with classic cream, red, and blue, but also sharp and acidic stripes, sharpen forms and movements. We dress and dream in a nautical style.

Colors dripping, hues chasing each other, vibrating with music. Lobster and sideral blue shine on printed linens, colorful zippers become borders of freedom of forms. Faded, tie-dye dissolves winter melancholies. Dolphins, crabs, and mermaids are games on the sand, stencils or carefree paintings in the warm summer afternoons of our childhood, appearing and disappearing on the textures.

We play with clichés, knots become dresses, the sun becomes macramé in a new silhouette. Sailors in love, hinted at, desired, through light gestures and dissolving watercolors by Luke Edward Hall. Origami hats like fragile memories, materialize in jacquards and prints in blue and red. Umbrellas and deckchairs, of a sea that becomes a city, whose stripes transform into substantial waves, details, inlays in ajour memories.

The grand hotel of the Riviera, colorful ceramics and mosaics, tapestries and sunny mornings, a modernism that melts forgotten summers between blocks of colors, psychedelic daisies, graphics, and textures.

It's not Rimini, not Zoagli, nor Liguria, nor the Tyrrhenian Sea, nor the Adriatic, but the relationship with the sea: "the sea and I". Sails and lookouts, for new sightings and perspectives on life. My home in Liguria "La Vedetta" becomes a special observation point, where my ideas about the future are born, connecting dots and memories in prints and fabric tales. The rocks, Mediterranean pines, agaves, the scent of salt and resin.

Acid emotions, memories of nights with black flowers, chocolate and pistachio green, transgressions and encounters. Music becomes techno and the club the new scene, the forms are rigid, the background black, deep lines where to get lost on nocturnal paths.