Bazar
la vita e´ adesso
the simple things
parte due
and then they grow up
13th July 2012
beginning of the end…
creations
chapter 5 - the showcase
ISAIA: The Making of
moments
chapter 4 - the curation
ISAIA: The Making of
I miss those days…
I miss those days when my only worry in life was how high I was going to be able to go on the swing the next day. The only thing I eagerly waited for was that time alone on the swing at dusk, cool breeze blowing, standing up on that swing one last time and trying my best to maneuver it as high as possible. It wasn’t carefreeness or carelessness, just a comforting feeling that after that I got to go home to my mom and dad. I am thankful for that time, that childhood. Thank you mom, thank you dad, for I shall cherish that time forever and I have only you to thank for it.
It wouldn’t be the same if it wasn’t.
Seeing personalized workspaces in a completely open factory is something special. Made even more so by the fact that these work stations get passed down through generations with the next of kin taking over that very space. I can’t quite put it in words but I find a sense of comfort in the fact that someone with such a set of values is responsible for the making of the product.