“If you want to make a move you have to take the doors in the face, take it into account. I now brush my teeth with Lasonil…”, he laughs, answering the first question, that is, if you can really live on art or is just a legend. “If you have passion you don’t count failures, maybe because every time you discover that they can be opportunities. Then, you know, the walls of happiness are smooth.”

Filippo Bragatt artist, crazy-pop-pulp irresistible, very much liked by VIPs, who collect his t-shirts where Verdi, Garibaldi or Dante are revised in a punk rock key. The world that makes him feel at ease is in Milan, New York and Bobbio, “the second home”, attracted by the Trebbia river, and now Emilian by adoption.

Also Giorgio Armani he wanted one of his works, a gigantic portrait: “He hated ochre, they only gave me two photos of him, where he had his hand under his chin. At that time he devoted a lot of energy to the construction of water wells in Malawi. So I came up with the idea of using the shades of blue of the water, with fat brushstrokes. I wanted to convey its depth.”

Of the province he says: “In the city you are judged for what you do, in the province for what you dream of being. The Trebbia river is persevering, it flows and tells the land, collects the sounds, until it brings them to the sea, while remembering the source».

At the forefront of solidarity, his T-shirts were also worn by Helsinki of the Casa di Carta, born Darko Peric, as well as by Maria De Filippi, to name a few. “That’s all I say. With Helsinki we ended up singing “Sapore di sale” together. Art levels the differences, the titles. Then you go down to the Autogrill, from Venice, and you understand that the spell has been broken. He, yes, is very famous.”