BISAZZA
Milano
store
2002
Milan has a lousy relationship with water: the fluidity of thought often coagulates in the pragmatism of actions. I believe that everyone has a right to the sea or a swimming pool or at least a bathtub: we are seeds that sprout when suspended in liquid.
This space comes from the dream of being in Capri, with a view of the faraglioni, immersed in nature, in ‘a home life me,’ the most beautiful house in the world, guests at Casa Malaparte: the refuge for all those who have learned to dream; where the borderline between architecture and poetry fades in the blue of the sea.
