2001
A new change in 2001. We headed for Italy, where Vincenzo grew up, and which I knew according to some stereotypes. This long journey without return date delights us because it let us share the every-day life of the locals, HERE.
It is in
Pietrasanta, Tuscany, that we moored our work-shop for 5 years; an international town, where craftsmen and celebrated artists carve
the white Carrara marble into any shape.
In the full summer sun, “carré”, “paiolo” and “A. Magon” cheerfully defy fake
Vuitton or Gucci bags on the beach of the exclusive resorts in Versilia. In the winter time, we would join and work with a show-room in Milan in order to retail our creations
— always in small quantities — in the Mediterranean area (Portofino, Riccione) or abroad (Japan).
2006
At this very moment we are in the Pays d’Iroise, on Brittany’s headland – in
Porspoder – and also on this website, so as to meet you.
Iroise is the land of sea sprays and breakers arising from the waves; it is the land of black rocks challenging and struggling against the Atlantic Ocean and the Channel; it is the land of my grandparents too.
It must be believed that we needed this wind, which blows through our ears, and this salt, which flicks its tongue over the neck of the yellow oilskin; we needed the moon nights and the beacons which shed their light upon this route, where small white shapes are sown; shapes in which anybody can carry his/her own nécéssaire.
Pascale