the story

In art in high school I got a 5. I didn't know how to hold a brush in my hand. If I could tell the Jacqueline of last year what is happening today she would laugh, and probably reply: “Okay bye bye”, even worse if my art teacher knew!! Oh yes Prof Valentini, today Di Giacomo is opening his brand. Can I therefore consider myself a stylist?

I'm not here by chance. That day in October 2021 Aiden, a friend of mine from Los Angeles, arrived at my house with some paint and fabric markers. Thanks Aiden. We were gripped by Covid boredom, let's call it that, so I put a pair of jeans on Jenna, my roommate at the time, and boom, he was born, 000. Hands on the neon pink buttocks, two-tone pockets and a few tweaks here and there. Then I run to my room to get my diary full of sad stuff (and a little happy stuff... but I tend to keep happiness hidden: I see it as made of crystal and I have difficulty writing it for fear that it might break)

Returning to the jeans, I take out my diary and look for a few sentences here and there. I find 'We feel so safe in our nest we forget we have wings to fly,' We feel so safe in our nest, that we forget we have wings to fly. And off we go on the thigh like this, without testing, because yes, a big flaw of mine is not having patience. I can't test with pencils or anything else, I just write down what I feel at the moment.

Over the next few weeks I occasionally wore these new favorite jeans of mine around Los Angeles. And the magic was born there, with sharing. With them, who would later become you.

They stopped me on the street and asked in a Californian accent that now makes me nostalgic to think about it: “Oh my God girl, where did you get those?” Which in bourgeois Roman can be translated into “Mado amó where did you get them?” One, two, five, ten people. And then I understood the magic that was being born.

What pleased me most at the time was seeing appreciation for something so personal. It wasn't just the jeans themselves with the paint, but the phrase. I wrote about how I felt and you stranger found yourself there? Do you understand the power of what so little could mean to me? Maybe not. Maybe it's not understandable from the outside, but it gave me a meaning and a strength that brought me here today.

The second chapter of jeans was born in a dark period, in which, however, they were a source of a little light. March 2022, an anti-war jeans collection, of which 100% of the proceeds went to charity for refugees.

By making those jeans, I realized how much I had to say to the world, and how much they could be a channel of communication for me. I like to call it a universal language, because that's what art is for me, whether it's a song, a painting, a film, or in this case, an item of clothing.

They saved me from a time when I felt I had no direction.

I studied acting for four years, which actually means studying yourself and how to communicate in the best possible way what you are and what you have inside. One day I'm sure that the big screen will also be a means to talk to you, I'm working on it.

Until that day, I will tell myself with brush and fabric

Jacqueline