Pantelleria
The island with an authentic charm that inspired part of the SS '25 collection, in collaboration with Èrato Mediterraneo.
Pantelleria, Day One«Between the silent walls of the dammuso, my heartbeat has learned the ancient rhythm of the island.»
I arrived at dawn, with the white domes of the dammuso shining like shells against the volcanic ridge.
Crossing the threshold of rough lava stone, I felt the house inhaling the mistral, offering its fresh and sacred silence.
Inside, the gloom enveloped me—every corner an invitation to listen.
I strolled under the vine-lined pergola, where bunches of zibibbo grapes caught the morning light, letting Curiosity guide me through rooms sculpted by centuries of drought and wind.
Here, life follows the slow breathing of the earth—and in this refuge, I found my heartbeat, in tune with the timeless song of Pantelleria.
«Between the silent walls of the dammuso, my heartbeat has learned the ancient rhythm of the island.»
I arrived at dawn, with the white domes of the dammuso shining like shells against the volcanic ridge.
Crossing the threshold of rough lava stone, I felt the house inhaling the mistral, offering its fresh and sacred silence.
Inside, the gloom enveloped me—every corner an invitation to listen.
I strolled under the vine-lined pergola, where bunches of zibibbo grapes caught the morning light, letting Curiosity guide me through rooms sculpted by centuries of drought and wind.
Here, life follows the slow breathing of the earth—and in this refuge, I found my heartbeat, in tune with the timeless song of Pantelleria.
Pantelleria, Day Two“Under the Elephant Arch, I plunged into freedom—where sea and soul become one.”
At first light, I set off along the trail to Elephant Arch, where the volcanic arch watches over the crystal-clear waters.
Wrapped in Alysi's flowing ivory, I immersed myself in the calm turquoise—each stroke a dialogue between body and sea.
Emerging, I stood on the sun-warmed rocks, feeling the strength of the natural contrasts in every ripple.
Later, we arrived at the Mueggen vineyards, rows of vines carved into dark stone, their leaves trembling in the breeze.
A short detour took me to the Church of Sant'Antonio: from its essential terrace, land and sea merged into a single, boundless horizon.
Curiosity led me further, each panorama imprinted in my memory like a living postcard.
“Under the Elephant Arch, I plunged into freedom—where sea and soul become one.”
At first light, I set off along the trail to Elephant Arch, where the volcanic arch watches over the crystal-clear waters.
Wrapped in Alysi's flowing ivory, I immersed myself in the calm turquoise—each stroke a dialogue between body and sea.
Emerging, I stood on the sun-warmed rocks, feeling the strength of the natural contrasts in every ripple.
Later, we arrived at the Mueggen vineyards, rows of vines carved into dark stone, their leaves trembling in the breeze.
A short detour took me to the Church of Sant'Antonio: from its essential terrace, land and sea merged into a single, boundless horizon.
Curiosity led me further, each panorama imprinted in my memory like a living postcard.
Pantelleria, Day Three“In the molten glow of Venus’s Mirror, every ripple whispered the poetry of earth and water.”
As the sun set, I immersed myself in the thermal waters of the Mirror of Venus, the soft mineral mud underfoot.
I moved slowly, letting the water and earth trace the contours of Alysi's sand-colored pants, and breathed in the molten glow of the sunset.
Up close, the fluid play of light on the skin was primal—every drop a reminder of the alchemy of this island.
Later, I savored the authentic flavors of Pantelleria: salty PGI capers exploding on the palate, Pantesco pesto mixed with local olive oil, and a steaming bowl of sciakisciuka.
With a glass of sweet and complex Passito di Zibibbo dried in the sun, I toasted the work and passion of this land.
In every taste, I discovered the wild soul of Pantelleria—and in every sip, the promise of an ever-living curiosity.
“In the molten glow of Venus’s Mirror, every ripple whispered the poetry of earth and water.”
As the sun set, I immersed myself in the thermal waters of the Mirror of Venus, the soft mineral mud underfoot.
I moved slowly, letting the water and earth trace the contours of Alysi's sand-colored pants, and breathed in the molten glow of the sunset.
Up close, the fluid play of light on the skin was primal—every drop a reminder of the alchemy of this island.
Later, I savored the authentic flavors of Pantelleria: salty PGI capers exploding on the palate, Pantesco pesto mixed with local olive oil, and a steaming bowl of sciakisciuka.
With a glass of sweet and complex Passito di Zibibbo dried in the sun, I toasted the work and passion of this land.
In every taste, I discovered the wild soul of Pantelleria—and in every sip, the promise of an ever-living curiosity.
