Studio 85

There are eras that do not pass through time and never truly fade.
They remain suspended, like a persistent vibration, ready to resurface whenever a saturated color, a melody, or a neon light awakens their memory.

Studio 85 is born from this suspended space — from the desire to return to a time when everything felt new, bold, and luminous. The 1980s: the decade in which I was born, and in which, unknowingly, I began to breathe in the spirit of an era that continues to live within me.

The Eighties were light, excess, and freedom.
The nights at Tramp’s in London, the neon lights of Plastique in Milan, the frenetic energy of New York: three cities that, at different moments in my life, welcomed me, shaped me, and transformed me. In each, I left a part of myself, and from each I absorbed a fragment of my artistic language.

Milan gave me form, London the courage to experiment, New York the freedom to be.

It was the era of shoulder pads and vinyl records, of neon reflections and runways transformed into stages. A technicolor world in which the music of Madonna, Prince, David Bowie, and Freddie Mercury set the rhythm of living, while the faces of supermodels and visionary designers — from Versace to Mugler, from Westwood to Gaultier — rewrote the aesthetics of desire.
Television shaped the collective imagination through Beverly Hills 90210, Miami Vice, and The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air; cinema taught us to fly with Top Gun, to dream with Flashdance, and to take risks with Wall Street.

Studio 85 is a celebration of a time when everything seemed possible: of fashion becoming spectacle, of icons turning into symbols, of music igniting the nights, and of a metropolitan dolce vita capable of imposing new rhythms and new desires. Each work captures the spirit of an era in which reality was performance, freedom an aesthetic act, and beauty a declaration of independence.

It is also an experience of return: a cassette tape rewinding and starting again, a time machine that reignites the lights, sounds, and emotions of an unrepeatable era.

For those who lived through those years, it is a familiar echo; for those who only imagined them, it is a journey through time in which every detail becomes shared memory.

In Studio 85, the atmospheres and energies of those years are revived, filtered through my contemporary gaze. It is a collection that speaks of memory and rebirth, of how the past can still nourish the future, of how time — when observed with new eyes — is never truly gone.

Fragments of a shared visual imagination emerge: faces, gestures, places, and urban details that belong to the 1980s yet resist time. Figures caught in motion, street scenes, iconic details, nocturnal atmospheres, and artificial lights become narrative elements through which the era takes shape — not as a linear story, but as a sequence of visions.

The pictorial technique acts as an emotional and temporal filter. Images are never fixed or definitive; they are blurred, layered, crossed by chromatic vibrations that recall analog language, television frames, motion-blurred photographs, and imperfect memories. Bright, pop colors — saturated and vibrant — evoke technicolor atmospheres, amplifying the emotional and immersive dimension of the image.

In faces and bodies, a constant balance emerges between presence and distance. The subjects appear suspended, as if belonging to a time that continues to flow beneath the surface of the image. The aesthetics of the Eighties thus become painterly matter: not quotation, but atmosphere; not replication, but sensitive reinterpretation. Painting acts as a device of translation, capable of transforming the visual energy of a decade into a contemporary narrative. In this space, personal memory and collective memory overlap, leaving the viewer free to recognize, project, and remember.

With Studio 85, I take a step backward in order, ultimately, to move forward:
I return to the years where it all began to tell, once again, who I am.