P R E S S   R E L E A S E

SPRING- SUMMER COLLECTION 2005

“WAVES”

It would have been sufficient to follow the animals along the South-East Asiatic beaches, populated by cows comfortably lying on the sand or the elephants wandering in groups without a destination; and even more monkeys, peacocks, all the wild animals, saved by their instinct.

Hundreds of huts, fishermen’s tents and small souvenir sellers on the beach were swept away just like dust in the wind, thousands of lost eyes looking for those who will no longer be …and many, too many, lost children, stolen children, children without a present or a future.

The wave has also swept me away together with my thoughts, my life, my being.

Everything has followed the wave and like a supernatural force has created a new route, the road to solidarity.

I was working at my Collection when suddenly the idea of beauty, that up to that moment had dominated each and  every of my creations, dissolved, giving birth to a “new feeling”.

Feeling, interpreting, creating…This is how a group of artists is working today on a benefit project, the proceeds of which will be devoted to charity: a dress created for love.

Among these, the Catanese painter Salvo Russo, a man of high feelings, without hesitation, accepted to paint a fragment of this catastrophe on a dress: the mourning in his heart turns into the lack of colour, colour intended as life.

“Denim not Diamonds”. The white denim is the material that gives form to the whole Collection, as it becomes cloth which can be painted: cut , embroidered, written on, and interpreted in important volumes.

Skirts as cloth and cloth as stories to wear. Elephants escaping, destroyed coral reefs, candles and flowers as a votive homage; everything, from pure white to Indian- red.

Bodices as Mandalas and skirts as prayers, remembering one of the greatest women of our century: Madre Teresa Di Calcutta.

While all this is happening, while bulldozers are still digging, our Western World houses will always be open to welcome one, ten, even a hundred, heaven knows how many, all those children who need a smile…  

 Marella Ferrera