Not born in light but in shadow
Not loud Never rushed

Some say it began in Milan
on a narrow street
where shutters close before the sun
Where silence is not absence
but intention

A young man once walked there
Not seeking style
but seeking silence that held weight

From Brera’s dusty windows
to London’s rain-slicked bricks
he walked with form
and defiance

Italian restraint
English resolve

No signature
No spectacle
Just presence