Four people, four lives with a common thread: they made their passion an integral part of their own existence. Victoria, Piero, Sandro and Tiziana brought us into their world, sharing with us their passions and telling us about themselves over a glass of wine.
I taste my glass of Nero while I make the finishing touches before the table is shipped to Germany. I wonder if my grandma would have appreciated the colors I’ve chosen. She also enjoyed some wine after finishing a creation. She sipped pleased but never completely satisfied with her work, explaining to me how a piece of wood can become a carved flower. I inherited the love for this job and the will to enhance continuously. I perceive her creativity and fantasy in this room while Nero wraps me like a warm blanket on a winter night. I raise the glass, toasting art, toasting my grandma.
When I was a child I looked with admiration at my grandmother making flower-shaped tables: she was overwhelmed by this passion after a trip to Mexico in the 70s. I have absorbed her love for handicrafts and, since she passed away, I decided to continue her artistic activity. Observing nature, its shapes and its colors, I try to instill in everyday objects the magic of flowers and plants. I try to instill a soul.
Who knew that in a simple garage, you can take a journey through time? It was exciting to admire Piero’s vintage cars: your mind immediately flies to a sunny day, while you drive across the Salento countryside, with the wind in your hair, in a convertible Porsche 993. Piero’s dedication for his four-wheel jewels made me think of how much time and passion you need in order to take care of something, a car or a vineyard.
It’s raining. I’d better postpone the ride with my Jaguar. Well, I’ll do some maintenance of this little girl from 1970. The hood seal needs a repair. Since I don’t have to drive, I can enjoy a glass of Rodinò. I like it because it’s a wine with a soul, one of its kind and the details of its label make it special. Just like my cars: yes, they are objects but each one has its own personality. My job is to preserve and enhance it.
After a life as a pharmacist, 20 years ago I decided to embrace professionally my passion that I cultivated since the 70s: collecting vintage cars. It’s not just a matter of status: owning them is a personal conquer. It means to safeguard a cultural heritage that represents the dynamics and changes of a whole society over time. A good collector recognizes the value, not just the economic one, that other people don’t see.
The wow effect is granted in Sandro’s studio. It’s not just the number of vinyl that strikes me but their beauty and the stories about them. Sandro conveys his enthusiasm and explains to me how the record player works, telling me where he found this or that vinyl in one of his trips. I represent the generation of digital music but it is undeniable that vinyl records have an unrivaled charm. And then, music and wine is an almost natural union.
It’s like a ritual: I choose the vinyl according to my mood, take it off from the cover, put it on the record player, position the stylus and…enjoy the warm music spreading out. Then, another ritual: I remove the seal, insert the corkscrew and gently raise it and pour my garnet-colored Terra. Taste and hearing blend together: wine and music mark an intimate moment, becoming one thing. What do I pair Terra with? Beatles? Or maybe one Morricone’s soundtrack. Let’s listen…
Being a DJ means choosing music, an essential element for every human being, as your own profession. It’s an incessant research, it’s study, just like for my collection of vinyl, that needs patience and attention. But what a thrill they give you in return! The vinyl records make music tangible and make you feel part of timeless wonder. It’s a personal passion built on subjective tastes but it’s also great to share it with other people. Vinyl records are visual and auditory art objects and every vinyl, every singer, every song has a story worth to be told.
While I was in Tiziana’s workshop and I was watching her confidently handling pliers and welder, I was fascinated by how her ability and precision joined her creativity. The preciousness of a jewel is not only given by its economic value but also by the emotional and sentimental value that the person who wears it chooses to attribute to it: a pledge of love, a good luck charm or a form of personal gratification. It’s the same with wine: tasting a glass of wine recalls a lot of sensations that go beyond its taste. A sip of wine can take us to another dimension made up of unique moments, feelings, and special persons.
Luna seems to be the transposition of one of my jewels on a label. While I pour it in the glass, its color makes me think of the gold that I melt in the crucible for my creations. Fascinated by the golden and silver reflections of the bottle of Luna, I think about the true essence of a jewel that is not given just from gemstones and metal but from the special light it releases, deriving by the person who wears it.
I began to acquire the manual skill that today characterizes my work when I was a child, breathing the art of craftsmanship in my father’s watchmaking shop. When I make a jewel I give shape and expression to somebody’s interior world. Metal suddenly comes to life and while its cold shininess gets softer, the jewel is able to convey emotions and feelings.