Sheets of handwritten letters laid across a dark wooden table beside a tray of pens
Letters from the atelier

Stories

Notes on craft, on time, and on the small decisions that make a piece feel inevitable.

January to July 2026
Matteo Salvati · Lorenzo De Luca · Bianca Romano · Chiara Moretti · Tommaso Vitale
A young matador in a suit of lights drawing his cape past a black bull, in front of the barrier of a packed arena
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No. 05 · July 2026
Matteo Salvati · 2 minute read
The bull I did not kill.

A summer in Seville, a grandfather’s coat, and the second before everything is decided.

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A close view of the brass gears and jewelled bearings of a watch movement, a fine tool held to it between finger and thumb
No. 04 · June 2026
Hands that remember.
My grandfather had a saying. The hands remember what the head forgets.
Lorenzo De Luca · 2 minute read
A handwritten letter in cursive on aged paper, signed “With love”, with the nib of a fountain pen resting across it
No. 03 · May 2026
What I wore the night I left.
The bag belonged to my mother first.
Bianca Romano · 3 minute read
Several sheets of handwritten letters laid across a dark wooden table beside a tray of pens
No. 02 · March 2026
Letters from Andalusia.
The first thing you notice in Seville in June is the heat. The second thing, and the more important thing, is the quality of the silence.
Chiara Moretti · 2 minute read
A matador turning on the sand as a black bull charges past him, banderillas along its shoulders
No. 01 · January 2026
Every man has his bull.
There is an old phrase in Spanish that has no clean translation into Italian, although we have been trying for centuries.
Tommaso Vitale · 3 minute read