Studio 85

There are eras that never truly pass through time — they inhabit it.
They linger in suspension, like a constant 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 when, unknowingly, I began to absorb the spirit of an era that still lives within me.

The Eighties were light, excess, and freedom.
The nights at Tramp’s in London, the neon glow of Plastique in Milan, the pulsating 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 fragment of myself; from each, I drew a fragment of my artistic language.

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

It was the era of shoulder pads and vinyl records, of neon reflections and runways turned into stages. A technicolor world where 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 collective dreams 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 as spectacle, of icons becoming symbols, of music igniting the nights, and of a metropolitan dolce vita that set 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 those years, it is a familiar echo; for those who only imagined them, it is a journey through time where every detail becomes shared memory.

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

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