IT’S SPRINGTIME FOR PIOMBO.
One morning, you open your eyes and catch a glimpse of the sea.
This sea is probably the Mediterranean.
The blue is the colour you only see on the Riviera.
You get up, dress, and head out to meet the day.
Yes, that sea exists, even if we can’t see it.
Your head full of light and colours that are seeking a way to become real. Opening your wardrobe can be an adventure.
Leaving your house can be a journey. Work becomes a stage.
A mirage can take shape: moments when you don’t have to be at the beach to enjoy the unmistakable essence of the sea. Moments when having all eyes on you is as good as a long applause at the end of a theatrical performance. Moments when you can feel the zen with the world.