Sitting on the sofa but with his eyes always on his creatures, his arms outstretched, ready to snap towards a helmet, to hand it to the person in front of him and show them every detail, every finish. The Great Helmets Wall to touch a helmet, to hold it up to those in front of him, showing them every detail, every finish, Fabrizio lights up when you ask him what moved him at the beginning and what he dreams about:

"I loved old helmets, as a teenager I used to go looking for them everywhere, I'd buy them for twenty thousand lire, I'd take them apart and put them back together, I'd repaint them. Then I left engineering to become a classic car coachbuilder and grow in the culture in which I recognise myself, refining techniques. And that's what I still want to do today, to surround myself with personalised, Seventies-style objects. I want to continue to put my face on them, to take them around personally, to watch the satisfied faces of those who recognise their dream in our creation. When at a show I see someone with a Seventies Helmet getting off a bike painted by us, he comes up to me, hugs me and I realise once again that I don't want anything else, because this satisfies me more than selling 100,000 helmets somewhere.

And his face glows, talking, with a glitter still stuck to his right temple, reflecting the light of the lamp and this man's love for the work he has invented and does without rival.
Yes, that glitter on his temple says more than anything else.
Fabrizio really does always wear a helmet on his head.