The Story Of A French Italian 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 Italy 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 have been living in United States for over 20 years, based in Brooklyn NY and spending a sabbatical year in Tucson Arizona.
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.
WHAT I DO I create illustrations and design to promote cultural events, posters for concerts, album covers, t-shirts and stickers. I help small businesses developing their visual brand identity and social media. According to the need of the project, I offer marketing consulting, graphic design, illustration, and photography.
I moved to Tucson Arizona for a year, to dedicate some time to develop a series of abstract pieces, ink drawings, oil paintings, and sculptures.
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, 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.
FASHION AND I 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.