the memories of cetara have given life to the vintage style shoes collection.
a place where history is reflected through the typical houses and small fishing boats that has become all along the soul of these places.
like the rocks of the paved road down the small port where street urchins abandoned their vintage shoes to retrieve the coins thrown by tourist, mainly americans, at a 10 meter depth.
i was only a child like them and remained waiting in company of those shabby vintage sneakers passed on from brother to brother, from generation to generation.
vintage shoes characterized from strange forms and deep folds, of shades with colors perpetrated by time and multiple experiences of life.
