Once upon a time there was a girl named Grazia who would say about herself “…I am a Sardinian young lady, but I don’t look like my fellow countrymen. I am pale, dark, a little Spanish, a little Arab, a little Latina. I am small with big intense eyes always veiled with a slight tint of natural sadness and with long black eyelashes, full red lips and long, dark, thick and frizzy hair. I’m not beautiful, of Grace I only have the name, but I’m brave and determined.” Grazia lives in central Sardinia near the Burgos forest, an enchanted forest inhabited by the famous Babbaiottu, half wolf half boar. It is said that the

Babbaiottu drives anyone who enters its territory crazy, especially if they are foreigners. Grazia who is madly in love with Duncan, her pen love, makes an appointment with him right in that forest… Will Babbaiottu respect love? Will he be indulgent with those who have made sense of the heart?

Password: mix, intersect, juxtapose, mix, amalgamate materials, fabrics, embroideries, shapes, prints and patterns. Fabrics in appearance distant from each other and, for some incomprehensible alchemy, they happily engage. Precious interrupted and inlaid upholstery jacquards. Tartan and flocked tulle, sequins and mats, embossed jersey, fake fur and matelassé and above all flowers.  Perforated pannè velvet and iridescent cloths, needle-punched wool embedded in the fabric. Prints of cascading leaves, large wandering roses, geometric patterns and portrait photos of man’s best friend.

Worsted sweaters with jacquard motifs typical of the Sardinian textile tradition, enveloping cashmere knits and rediscovered  knits, cut and reconstructed fitted with macramé embroidery, lace and pleats. Jacquard fil coupè, silk twill and sweatshirts. Trench coats, bomber jackets, parkas, men’s tailored jackets retrieved from a previous life refurbished with inlays of haute couture materials such as damasks and brocades and then suddenly combined with the men’s checks used in gamekeeper’s jackets.

Streetwear motifs and gran soirèe motifs. A little cream and colours of the woods but lots of black and black and suddenly a passionate red, because we always follow the path of the heart.