STATUS SYMBOL of summer

Our STATUS SYMBOL of summer love to play with colors, with floral patterns of light fabrics, with pieces of sky and sea, with all shades of hair and tattoo shadows, they cut out flowers, hearts, stars and wedges of the moon on the skin. They are frames of lawns and mirrors. All the colors of summer take the shapes of our STATUS SYMBOL. Violet of hydrangeas sighted in the heart, white, black and blue of chiffon, shiny green of grass, red sunsets and nights of your color in which to lose my eyes. Long necklaces and rings, light earrings to frame thoughts, songs, caresses and emotions.  

I spied the mirror that stole your image

Classic Rainbow is not just fabulous rings. It’s magic of lights, a diagram of shapes and colors that make your charm speak. I spied the mirror that stole your image  while you standstill dressed only with the sun were looking for an idea to wear. Dazzled I lost the moment in which it all happened. Your black tunic covers you and hide nothing, suorounding you like a cloud of light shadows, brushstrokes on your skin illuminated by aqua-green quartz, from long necklaces that arrives everywhere with many different pendants. How strange, a single ring, big and round… you who usually fill all the fingers. Light bangles and a huge single earring that says all about you. Fly and take me away with you.

Stones of the earth

I use to spent hours looking for stones on the bed of the stream, in the mountains, you were lying motionless on the same stones, talking to the clouds, your feet that every now was searching for the frost of the shiny water. For the same passion, the same game, the desire to caress smooth and round shapes in all possible shades, I searched for THE STONES OF THE EARTH and tied them to your fingers, pink and green tourmalines, aquamarines, rutilated quartz so beautiful to make evil eyes, amethysts, turquoise and many others that for me are still nameless colored stones, smoothed by water, the one that has the good fortune to pass all over you, make your skin even smoother, let me imagine a thousand ways of bind you to THE STONES OF THE EARTH. All different big rings. Unique and precious pieces like breaths, like rain, wind, sun, earth. As natural as love.

Dancing in Venice

I hardly remember Venice, the stones, the water, the gondolas…but I still have your laugh when you were beehaving like crazy. I have all your photos, the long necklaces moved with you and surrounded you with reflections, flashes of light. Everyone was looking at you. You looked like Diva from one of those movies from ’30 with fatal actresses, white phones… When we started dancing between puddles near the fish market, in Rialto, that Japanese group even forgot about shopping just to take us photo…
Applause, compiments and in there eyes the desire to steal your jewels…

A magical summer night

PITTIESISI Status Symbols are jewels as large and light as butterflies. You run pushed by the wind chased by swarms of glitter. My old Nikon take long time to shoot. I steal all the moonlight and draw the long paths of your path. I get entangled in the thin web made by the reflections of your earrings, by the glow of the  rings trace in your hair. I play with the fire of “symbols”, the caresses slide on your skin and I write stories of hearts. It’s a magical summer night, tomorrow there will be stars, moons, flowers…

A classic frame of colours

Summer colors, colors to smile. Classic frames, round or square the one that frame the colors of the Rainbow Classic rings. Transparent colors that make you want to dive in, to show yourself, to seduce. Playful fantasies,  words, light gestures, dances on the beach in the grazing light of the sunset. Desire for necklaces and long earrings that in Rainbow Classic become very original pendants with geometric shapes and single cross earrings in an infinite multiplication of color variations.
The rainbow apear only a moment, it enchants you and you remember it forever.  

Rings to suck


Blue topazes and purple quartz, scratched surfaces, splendid imperfections to wear as a flowers. Shiny eyes, green and smoky gray quartz. Rings to suck like popsicles in summer, they mist up on your warm breath. Square, round, drops of anise and mint, of oranges and blueberries run through your fingers and draw the light that surround you, color your hips and lips and arms and hair with caresses and confuse my eyes. Rainbow Rings Pittiesisi, I touch you and I lose myself in your hands.

armor from secret desires

Tell me don’t all those spikes hurt you? They are soft, feel, caress them, they leave marks on the skin, in the eyes, they stay in your head.
You have dangerous rings almost like brass knuckles!
Ahahahahahah…
Do not laugh silly or you then see. They are jewels designed as ancient ashlar, textute of pyramidal lights and shadows, games of pointed defenses, armor that attract arrows, glances, envy, secret desires. Decorations from impregnable fortresses, austere outfits, nude moods Virgins of Nuremberg dressed only by the intertwining of the designs left on the skin by lasers, by neon games, by wide and thin bangles to be worn six at a time, from pendants to balls chained to threads long and hoop earrings. Very modern, ancient jewels for fake defenses, screens that immediately fall like things said for fun. Pillow fights, long caresses, breathless phrases…you are so beautiful when you act crazy.

Fifth Avenue… clear signs of distinction.

The essential elements of Fifth Avenue by Pittiesisi are prisms blunted by weather and time, cubes, long chains to be twisted between your fingers that follow the slow movements of your steps, float among the transparent waves of your long blue veils, earrings  that sparkle among your hair, rings with large iconic prisms mark your hands that sway as if they follow the rhythm of your many chains. You look dressed only by the reflections of the rectangular blades of light that swarm around and leave wounded everywhere. Jewels that draw your slender and enhance your  curve, amplify each gesture. Fifth Avenue by Pittiesisi, clear signs of distinction.  

Mum is beautiful as a flower

Mum is beautiful as a flower, like many flowers, her eyes are shine like stars and her heart is bigger than the moon. Mom deserve to be celebrate  every day but it is already a wonderful thing that at least once a year everyone think of her, of the mother. Bring her a flower, many stars and tell her with the heart that we belong to her and that we would like to give her the moon … but also the stars, and lots of flowers and that if she wants she can keep our heart forever too.