The emblems of the italian navy

THE EMBLEMS OF THE ITALIAN NAVY: A NEW DESIGN FOR A GREAT LOVE

For those who have been following me for a while, my love for everything related to the Italian Navy is no longer a secret: I’ve talked about the passion with which I created a collection for the marvel that is the Amerigo Vespucci, and I’ve recounted the day when I got lost admiring the emblems on the caps of the Navy uniforms in a wardrobe at an exhibition.

Today, I want to tell you how those emblems became the centerpiece of a collection of mine, where, as I do every time, I reinterpreted the inspirations gifted to me by the sea, trying to blend deep respect for these inspirations with my constant desire to innovate and convey emotions to share with others.

As I had previously done with the nautical rope, the primary source of my inspiration, I began to redesign the scrolls and intertwining of those wonderful decorations, striving with every pencil stroke to find the most current and convincing way to showcase their absolute beauty.

Once I felt I had achieved my goal after months of attempts and discarded papers, I thought about how I could use them to create something truly new: when I began showcasing my creations, the world of nautical decor was solely made of wood and brass, but I have always believed that tradition can be enhanced through innovation.

So I reproduced the Navy emblems, which by that point had truly become “my” Navy emblems, on another material I love very much and which in my mind is linked to the sea and summer: linen.

It was madness, if you think about it, considering that I had already decided to sink that precious fabric into a material that purists might have considered heretical: plexiglass. The idea terrified my sales manager, who shivered at the thought of the costs of materials and molds.

Yet, my trays and other elements that combined those beloved designs with linen, intense blue nautical ropes, and the contemporary transparency of plexiglass achieved extraordinary success at the Genoa Boat Show.

In front of my booth, imagine, there was that of the Italian Navy: when I saw all those military personnel and admirals passing by, with their splendid uniforms and decorated caps, I couldn’t resist the temptation to follow them, marching behind them, admired by their bearing.

One of them noticed the blonde woman following their route and asked me to accompany him to visit my booth, where he was impressed by what he called “very elegant decorations.”

I looked at him in amazement. “It’s impossible that you didn’t recognize them,” I asked, bewildered. “These emblems are identical to the ones you wear on your uniform.”

The Admiral paused, shifting his gaze from my decorations to those on his jacket.

Excitedly, I asked him, “What do you think?”

“Look here,” he said, rolling up the sleeves of his pristine white shirt. “See the impact they’ve had on me, now that I’ve identified them? I have goosebumps!”

The man with such a martial appearance found himself with goosebumps, which is my benchmark for evaluating the success of my actions.