BIO The Story Of A French Italian Little Girl Who Moved to America
LEFT I was the first baby of the family and, at that time, the center of the world. Here 2.5 months old with my parents on the right and my uncle, my father’s brother, and aunt on the left. All barely in their 20’s, 2 Italian couples starting their life in Paris in the early 60’s. RIGHT I'm 6 years old in Italie and remember well this elegant outfit.
IN A NUTSHELL I grew up in Paris in an Italian family. My mother is from Umbria and my father from Tuscany, 2 very beautiful places known for their olive oil, wine and "dolce vita". French accent, Italian blood, is how I define myself. I live now in Brooklyn with my husband, the musician Oscar Noriega, in a happy house located in one of the sweetest neighborhood in the world, Windsor Terrace.
I like mixing different techniques and mediums - ink drawing, calligraphy, oil and gouache paint, screen printing, and clay. I'm inspired by the fruits and vegetables I eat, tiny flowers and tall trees, the animals who live with me as well as the wild ones. I love collecting rocks, fruits and long grasses that I let dry, and admit being, somewhat, a little bit fascinated by decay. I also collect, since a young age, small vintage objects and postcards, basically charming little things with no specific topic. My style is realistic and poetic, my world is nurtured by B&W movies and old photographs.
I often create illustrations inspired by the music that surrounds me. You can see them in my posters for concerts, album covers, band t-shirts and stickers. In 2015 I launched "The Music Room", a shop offering a collection of upcycled vintage plates decorated with still lifes from a series of "Fruits and Vegetables" I painted. Recently I started working on a new series of ink drawings called "Oppressions", inspired by the overpowering relationships in humanity, from the family nucleus to the masses.
LEFT TO RIGHT 1995, with my brother Luciano in Italie. That day we went shopping in Siena and improvised a silly photoshoot with my new hats. 1996, four chairs found on the sidewalk of my street in Brooklyn. I decorated them with portraits of an Italian family from an old postcard I bought in Ellis Island. 1996, after I moved to New York I started taking pictures. 1997, with my husband, just married.
WHAT I'M MADE OF My Italian mother brought me into this world at the American Hospital in Paris. Years later, I became a citizen of the United States. In Paris, I educated my eyes, built my taste and learned from the best and most creative people in the fashion industry. My Italian origins taught me rigor, ethics, pride, and cooking as an art form. In New York I met great musicians and started building my work as an artist. Cross culture defines who I am.
LEFT 1995, with my red lipstick I was ready to conquer New York. CENTER I worked for the cream of the cream of magazines. RIGHT 1996, at the window of the US Vogue office, on Madison Avenue.
THERE WILL ALWAYS BE A LITTLE BIT OF LOVE FOR FASHION IN ME Growing up, I liked devouring fashion magazines, Elle, Marie-Claire and Vogue, of course. At twelve, I wrote in my journal my future dream job, to design Vogue covers, and I did. I graduated from “L’Ecole Nationale supérieure des Arts Appliqués et des Métiers d’Arts” with the strong determination to conquer the “crème de la crème” of fashion magazine in Paris, Marie-Claire, and I did. Later in New York, I witnessed the dance of the grand fashion predators. The world I used to be fascinated by had changed, and I had too. Nevertheless participating in the making of such icons was a fascinating experience that shaped my taste and esthetic.
FROM TOP LEFT Portraits I took through the years of my dear musician friends: Curtis Hasselbring, the elevator at Avatar Recording Studios, Dave Douglas, Tony Malaby, Mark Feldman, Oscar Noriega, Tim Berne’s Snakeoil band with Chess Smith, Oscar Noriega, Matt Mitchell, and Tim Berne, Dana, visual artist and a book lover friend of mine, Judith Berkson, Skuli Sverrisson, Hilmar Jensson, and the band Endangered Blood with Oscar Noriega, Trevor Dunn, Jim Black and Chris Speed.
WHY THE MUSIC ROOM It’s the title of one of my favorite movies, as well as a room in my house.
The movie, a 1958 masterpiece by the Indian director Satyajit Ray, portrays the decline of a Bengali aristocrat in the early 1900s. His greatest joy is the music room in which he has hosted lavish concerts over the years. Passionated to the point of its perdition, the hero moved me. Somewhat I recognize myself in this man lounging in a white tunic, charmed by the show in front of his eyes. I, as him, am captivated by beauty, and enjoy being a spectator of arts. This is why I drew him on the logo of my shop.
When I married Oscar I knew that I had to marry Music as well. Music is very much part of my everyday life. I’m lucky to be surrounded by amazing musicians, their dedication and great discipline inspire and nurture me. Live music transports me into a world of focus and wonder at the same time. Art brings out the best of myself and, I believe, of all the humanity.