The charisma of a rock star on the opening night of the Opera, hippie culture in Buckingham Palace, a commedia dell’arte of Aida at the Verona Arena.I have arrived in a halfway land, a fun park where a playful spirit chases aristocratic strictness. In the same way that a master in fashion marketing makes fun of a degree in psychology.This is the essence which feeds my ideas for each bag.Soft leather as smooth as velvet, waves of polychrome fringes, disembarkation of emotions. Each a declaration of independence. A tribute to the circensian nomadism of a grandmother with northern blood was enchanted by a passion for fire and love, a tribute to the refined taste of my mother, an act of reverence to the scientific mind of my father.The circle closes itself on awareness.On the woman whose primary ornament is her skin.But no circle ever closes completely. It is, just like femininity, the perfect stroke of an infinite line.