On February 8, 1989, there was a bad plane crash that took 150 people, including my aunts, Lucia and Patrizia, my uncle Leonardo and my cousin Andrea, who were only 6 years old. I never knew them, having been born ten years later, but their memory has always been present thanks to the stories of my mother and the rest of the family.
The impact was so strong that it scattered the wreckage of the aircraft and the remains of passengers all around it, in the thick vegetation of an island of the Azores.
The aim of the collection is not to forget what happened, as Christian Boltanski did with his permanent installation at the Museo per la Memoria di Ustica in Bologna. The artist, for the realization of the work, recovered the remains of the plane to recompose and it is from this action that I took inspiration for the outfits.
The intent is to create my "dump of the forgotten". The latter is a concept, an image that Leon Battista Alberti inserts into the Intercenale IV.
It is that place where the souls come into the dream, where "everyone is free to deliberate as he pleases", reappropriating his past: it is the valley where "the lost things are preserved", where all the forgotten objects lie, obsolete, removed and lost, from which still radiates the promise of happiness never given, and which still concerns us in its value of "remote utopia".
In that valley, Alberti writes, "you will find all that has been forsaken: honors, benefits, loves, riches, and such things which, once lost, will never return."