The land reemerges from under the asphalt, two parallel tracks through the unkempt grass lead to the house of memories framed by wildly fruiting trees and flowering plants. As you open the door the sound of distant laughter bounces off the shelves, like a music box. The blinds are lifted and a ray of sunlight awakens the old records and boardgames hibernating on the furniture. Italian Converter brings to mind that home shared by harmoniously conflicting people and times, warm blankets and linen sheets, tin boxes and woven baskets. Soft and dry, smooth and pleasantly rough textures. (Exclusive content for Superzoom)
