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He has been in so many houses.A hundred to be precise, excluding those only passing through. And he already knows that there will be others. Most of them are not owned by him. Almost all of them are abroad. Almost all of them in Italy. Almost all of them in Sicily. Yet, wherever he took his skeleton and his own thoughts, these were his homes to him. Like a cat, he has always felt the need to mark the territory by leaving personal footprints, collecting the shells of the lives of others, recreating each time a human habitat, as intimate and welcoming as possible. A place where others could also feel aesthetically comfortable. He believes beauty predisposes to happiness, happiness to well-being. Perhaps because his parents ' house was just their home, a sacred place to the Muses, made of ice, untouchable, uninhabitable. Perhaps because in his life there were so many " outsiders", so many elsewhere that he never wanted to leave, that he piled up in his heart, that he brought back to life in every destination, that they have become mobile roots. He surrounds himself with stories, gatherings, presences from the past and the present, coming from all continents and whispering his own story. He is accompanied by Mies van der Rohe, Le Corbusier, Carlo Mollino, John Pawson, who have radically changed the thinking of the intransigent, making it comfortable and permeable. He chooses them for compatibility of love , for passion, ethics, humanity and uniqueness. He does not move, yet it travels with them in space and time. He especially loves wood, its invisible life, its never dying and he breathes it while speaking. Eyes that shine, hands that do not stop on that German surface cutted by black segments waiting to be touched as if they were the alterations of a grand piano. The light colors, the fabrics, the bare feet on a carpet that has not found a home and that already lives in anyone's home. The light points scattered in the corners of the rooms from the oversized windows on each level. The dreams of art come from the hospitable desire to give a voice to the visionaries inside the macro house of Castellammare which contains micro breaths. The rooms where you can rest your dreams. The kitchen to share with the stars. The iron skeleton that holds the art and parts of all the actors and all the tightrope walkers who cross their life on the edge of an aesthetic balance. The details. The obsession for details, to create harmony. Against the inner chaos, against the cold of loneliness. He finds himself to love objects more than people, he says this without regret, and without embarrassment. But the soul is everywhere. They first disappointed him and then fooled him by assuring him that in life, at a certain point, you have to choose what to become when you grow up. He followed the advice, but it didn't work for him. And today, after an inseparable human and professional journey, he has decided to listen to all its parts that overlap and that are tired of giving up coexistence. The art, the history, the architecture of the Bauhaus, the commerce, the business. A life made up of these things. And they are all equally important. One above of all. “ Form follows function ”, developed by his trusted partner from Bodenkirchen. This is not Nino's story. It is the story of a marriage with concrete design and minimalist architecture. Of a naïf woman followed in London and found forever in Sicily in a tailor’s atelier. By mistake, she would say. Fortunately, he would say. By Monica, a humanized feather and Flemish miniature in oil. Of Nicola, the Tim Burton of his factory of ideas. Of Bino who moves volumes and words and thoughts as if they were Rubik's cubes. Of Ornella who possesses the keystones to enter in the deep down secret of dreamers. Of Fabiana, delicate and suspended on a flying mat in the lotus position. Of Romina and her "sweets by chance". Of Francesco establishing connections between Moon and all the daughters of Orion. It is the story of Matilda who, at the age of six, knows how to pass from Teresa Mannino's lightness to the seriousness of the swimming course to exhaust herself in the arms of her mom. It is a story that does not forget tradition, that does not neglect the " we are here ". But " here " is everywhere. Which means an interior territory, an intimate and universal context, where home is sea and countryside are people and people just dream of it to be able to reach it. Just like the man from Chicago. Just like the woman from Las Vegas. It is a desire that intends to realize the dream of making real passions a philosophy. A lifestyle. A widespread thought. A quality of life. The dream of realizing yourself. The best fruits, they say, are those that ripen on the tree, in the right season, without haste. Little by little, a little of patience, and I'll tell you .

This is a tale that tastes of love.

Alessandra Lucca