A worn jacket imbued with the odour of life. The creased fabric of a shirt that tells a story. The story of a passionate but ageless man of no particular country. A man who loves details, the cars in which he has travelled, the leather of past adventures, and the clothes that make him what he is. He finds peace and refuge in nature, dressing in colours of sand and white, blue and tobacco. He hides secrets in the collars of his shirts. Instead of abandoning his memories, he wears them like pieces of jewellery or carries them with him in leather bags that become part of his soul.
An aristocratic hippy, a modern gypsy, a quixotic storyteller and an elegant seducer. His life is a book to be read and experienced. If you want to follow him, you need to know that his idea of existence is inspired by freedom. Smoke envelops him, fire warms him, there are no seasons. His is a recent story, but one that is eager for life experience, launching him into a chiaroscuro future that he himself creates, like a modern Caravaggio. He rides the crest of a wave of brilliance, suggestive of extravagance, sophistication, fortuity and attention to detail . He treats vinyl records like precious amulets, holding on to fragments of the past and enchanting those who listen to him, like a poet of the generations who identify with him.