nadia maria marino

I miss my country. My life there, the air and the color of
the ground. I long for the person I was back then. I was
barely 16 when my parents decided to marry me off.
The spoken sentences merged into an abstract, indefinable
mosaique. All I heard were words like Germany,
work, money….
I am stuck between two people, between two worlds,
between Germany and Sicily.
I dream about a Life where I could have stayed in my
hometown and not being a foreigners, a stranger.
I miss the smell of the dry almonds.
I miss the scent of the oranges sun.
I miss the taste of the olives.
I miss the sand on my skin.
I miss my home Sicily.

HEIMWEH IS THE GERMAN EXPRESSION FOR HOMESICKNESS.
MISSING YOUR HOME WHILE BEING ABROAD CAN MERGE INTO AN INDEFINABLE OBSESSION, INTO A FORM OF NOSTALGIA THAT PUTS YOU IN A RIGID NUMBNESS.

THIS COLLECTION IS AN ODE TO SICILY AND ITS SCENTS, FLAVORS, COLORS AND PEOPLE. A POEM THAT CONSISTS OF SMALLER AND LARGER PHRASES WHICH ALL HAVE THE SAME HEARTBEAT.

The collection is made of upcycled pieces, as well as leather offcuts/production leftovers and sustainable cotton and wool.