I had abandoned the idea of getting into fashion so as to have a better chance with the models.
Now the reason for my presence in fashion had changed. I was enjoying myself creating designs that I thought of as my art-form.
I studied art, I always breathed art and my art could be my fashion!
February 1971, I receive many, many compliments, but the order book continues to be empty… compared to the first season, I am much more nervous… It is a failure…
I will not and can not consider myself as a “no win”.
I spend my evenings in Paris, with my closest friends, without even thinking about the models who are around me all day! The same Florentine boy, who used to spend some time with the American tourists in Piazza Signoria in Florence, is beginning to become quite serious!
I spend my days creating. I’m not worried about shaping or style. I have an Englishman in my team who is helping me. I am looking for a way to make my printed leather more special… less flat… I have to teach her to talk… move… I have to breathe life into her!
In my experiments I am printing thousands of pieces of leather in many different designs and many different colors, from black to red to white, through every range of color possible!
I like the entire set of the prints… I gather all the pieces of leather together and, closing my eyes, I begin to choose them one at a time in a completely random… spontaneous… way.
I am pleased, but I do not know how to make concrete this colored rain. I want others to share this experience, this emotion.
COLOR IS LIFE!
Each piece of leather is cut into small squares and then sewn one to the other… spontaneity becomes fantasy… I create many sheets of one meter by one meter… I cut a small garment… a blouson… a vest…
I like them, but they are a bit “too strong”… I have to keep the garments in the collection softer and more wearable…
I cut a blazer from a blue not-so-well-died leather to which I added pockets, lapels, small strips at the ends of the sleeves, these details I cut from the previously made leather patchwork.
Now I am happy! The collection begin to take shape, but there is still something that can make it even more special…
My dear friends… I’ll see you tomorrow!
I hope you are going to forgive me… It ‘s an important story, and I cannot offer it to you on a silver plate – I want you to taste it slowly… savour it… as I did!
I LOVE YOU