Nowadays, mostly among adult people, there is the tendency to remember the years of childhood and youth with nostalgia. Most of us are almost terrified of getting old, seeing our bodies in transformation. There was even who, as the Spanish poet Gabriel Ferrater, for the fear of the ageing or, as he said, “the fear of stinking old”, at his fiftieth birthday decided to kill himself. Actually, each of us, within ourselves, has one’s own “inner child”, which is that part of our personality that remains always a child. But during the course of the growth, our protective system develops, oppressing this part, until we don’t feel it anymore, identifying our- selves as adults.
For this collection I went back in time, digging through memories in order to bring back to light my inner child. I went back in gestures, in the way of doing and seeing things. The souvenir pictures, the moments spent with my sister, my teddy bears have become an integral part of these clothes. What you see today are pieces of me, that I destroyed and reassembled, giving to my af- fective side a new perspective: appreciate everything around me, attributing value to things for what they provoke within me, releasing myself from certain bonds and repossessing instincts that belong to my child.
