[è la vita dopo la decadenza] collection

Silky and rough like the upholstery of noble sofas, luxurious and rich in the memory of the teas and words exchanged during a gloomy afternoon, resting on beautiful wallpapers, enriched by wonderful floral designs, accompanied by the smell of the wood of the inlaid furniture. And from that window, a mirror of time which then seemed to be immobile, the seasons passed in a flash, until the precious woods were consumed, leaving only the dust, marked by the light rays of the sun held back only by a moldy curtain. The plaster fragments are angry and dead on the floor, the wallpaper has faded with time and falls apart to remain upside down on the crumpled sofas.