Mafia Kings: Adriano: Chapter 2
I go to the Istituto Marangoni in Florence for fashion design.
I love clothes. I love beauty and elegance, yes…
But even more than that, I love the idea that you can actually wear art – because clothes are a statement of who you are and how you see the world.
I’ve dreamed of working for a fashion house since I was little.
Gucci… Balenciaga… Versace… Dolce and Gabbana…
But I want to inject a little ‘punk rock’ into it.
I want to make it less about money and status and more about creating something amazing that anyone can wear and feel beautiful.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.
If I’m being honest, I’d love to create my own brand someday. To be a designer in my own right.
But that’s a ways off.
I’m 22, and I can only go to school part-time.
It’s expensive. Not only do I have to pay for the tuition on my own, plus my rent and food and everything else…
But every so often, I have to help Mama out when Papa does something stupid and gets himself in a jam.
One of those things happened just the other day…
And it changed the course of my entire life.