Sitting at my desk I spontaneously reach out for something to keep my fingers busy, often a pen and sometimes it’s one of those small acetate samples, the simple soft touch of which brings back so many memories. As far as I can remember I’ve always been surrounded with prototypes & sketches, tools & machines, and frames of all shapes and sizes, but those acetate samples have always meant something special to me. I remember the boxes full of those small samples, how my father would mix and match them anticipating the trends. How essential they were to him while to me they were fun, like the kaleidoscopes I used to play with. These colors were something almost mesmerizing for the child I was back then.
Looking back on my career I can’t help but smile. As a child I never expected I would follow my father’s footsteps, yet here I am today but it feels absolutely right, I feel I am where I belong and I think that this feeling is linked to those acetate samples and the endless possibilities they represent.