I. Mattina — 08:40
Villa Dorelli, above Camogli
II. La Lettera — from the house
We make fewer things than we could, and we make them slowly. A jacket here takes eighteen hours at the bench, most of it by hand, most of it unseen.
We cut for the way a man actually lives — the long lunch, the walk down to the harbour, the evening that runs late. Clothes that forgive you. Clothes that look better on the third day than the first.
The shutters are open. Come in, stay as long as you like.
Lorenzo DorelliThird generation, Camogli
III. Le Stanze
The collection lives in the rooms of the villa. Wander the plan — each room keeps its own wardrobe.
V. Il Guardaroba
Tobacco linen-silk over a white camp shirt, trousers with a single pleat, suede that has walked the harbour. Take a piece — or the whole look, already pressed.
VI. Pomeriggio
Camogli, Como, Capri, a courtyard in Milan. Drag the diary — every entry tells you what was worn.
VII. La Scala
The staircase, worn smooth by four generations. Each step holds something made of leather.
VIII. Lo Scrittoio
A watch on a cuoio strap, tortoiseshell for the glare, a briefcase that has seen three generations of contracts.
IX. La Sera
Ivory for the terrace, midnight for the town. Evening dress that does not ask you to stand up straight.