Since yesterday, Museo del Parco of Portofino has a permanent guest among the many works of well-known artists: the white Doll by Flavio Lucchini, a white version “special edition” of his colorful newpop dolls. This is one more reason to visit this charming garden, a place of art and culture, overlooking the small square and the marina of the famous locality in Liguria. “White Doll” has been welcomed by the museum’s founding director Daniele Crippa and its curator and art critic Serena Mormino, along with several guests. The curator will tell you the story.

Entering Lucchini’s world is like entering a special of 50 years of contamination between fashion, art and design; immersing yourself in the Italian history admired by the whole world and that today is reinterpreted more than ever, with the feeling of being really involved, so much strong is its involvement and tangibility. What I define “The essential vitamin of Life” has been administered by Lucchini in its most complete form… Art, Design, perhaps unconsciously starting from Fashion and Photography, breathing the Italian 80s in the world at full speed. He has made these raw materials totally indissoluble, shaping them and binding them in pages of memorable and unrepeatable history. For everything is cyclical, everything transforms and generates novelty, but few protagonists have lived, sculpted Italian fashion, research publishing, discovery and consecration. Wrapped in perfection and beauty, surrounded by dreamers capable of creating emotions, Lucchini has materialized ideas, inspirations, philosophies of life in energy-filled creations. Immersing myself in his world through his words, drawings, works and fantasizing about conversations entertained with his fellow adventurers, I feel like I don’t know him but at the same time to be more connected to him, just like how you feel connected to life because you don’t know its course yet…
He often says that switching from Fashion to Art was a natural act, but having approached his soul as spectator of his eclectic and extraordinarily complete creations, leaving room for instinct, is determined the feeling that he has always looked for art in every beat, aware of this way of being, but choosing to walk through a colorful  and sometimes mirrored labyrinth, golden even when optical, fluo or monochrome, to live even more intensely every moment; sometimes holding his breath, to reach the center with total competence.
As if the many iconic graphics, the glossy covers, were nothing but the preparatory drawings of his sculptures that came to light years later.  He has reached editorial perfection with full awareness of shapes, colors, sizes and just like in a labyrinth, he has retraced the path breaking down the lines into geometries from the primary pantones, as to purify his mind and his eyes, like an apprentice who is about to learn. He has retraced the intense pages of his fashion chapter diary, selection paragraph, discovery photography, publishing to rewind the ribbon of life or maybe just to rearrange the mind and to return to the innate passion for sculpture hidden behind the Fashion divinity which, basically, is only part of that magical triptych which is Art. And here its expression has changed in the forms, in the strong but never sumptuous materials; he has gone back to drawing that has politely evolved into bi-dimension for a long time. In painting and photographic graphics he denies beauty and individuality, starting from the ancient tradition of other cultures to anticipate with sensitivity and superior vision the evil of our contemporary age, to which he does not bend and, even if not denying them, it “interrupts” them to shape timeless, joyful, bucolic and soft female bodies as in eternal adolescence, when most things are unconscious and spontaneous. The shapes and colors are typically pop, cheerful, happy, vitamin-based…they refer to the most intense years even of his infinite journey. But in order to rub them in time, he leaves out the features of the face, as if to make eternal the ages, the creations of fashions, the life itself. Sometimes he denies his artistic creature and he crumples it as if wanting to tear the boundaries…and then save them, knowing that imperfection can be fascinating and challenging as is the white sheet still to be written…