About 70s
Sitting on the couch but with his eyes always on his creatures, his arms outstretched, ready to snap toward The Great Hel mets Wall to touch a helmet, to hand it to those in front of him showing its details, every refinement, Fabrizio lights up when asked what moved him in the beginning and what he dreams about:
I loved old helmets, as a teenager I would go looking for them everywhere, buy the twenty-thousand lira helmets, take them apart and put them back together, repaint them. Later I left engineering to be a classic car coachbuilder and grow up in the culture that I identify with, refining the techniques. And still today that's what I want to do, surround myself with custom, Seventies-style objects. I want to continue to put my face on them, to carry them around personally, to watch the satisfied faces of those who recognize in our creation their dream. When at a show I see someone with a Seventies Helmets helmet painted by us get off a motorcycle and they come up to me, hug me, and I realize once again that that's all I want, because that satisfies me more than selling 100,000 helmets who knows where.
And his face glows, speaking, 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.
And yes, that glitter on his temple tells more about him than anything else.
Fabrizio really does have his helmet on all the time.
