ENZO

My studio was my second home; it was where I felt at ease all the time. From this place departed my most beloved creations. It was like a sanctuary with its polished wooden floor in shades of browns that delighted the eye. That magic was born here, and today was no exception. I had to look my very best.

We stood all day long locked in this studio as we wanted tonight to be perfect. Paolo had arrived a few minutes before with my suit. I put it on and let my mirror ...