Bags Corso Venezia n.35

Corso Venezia n.35: The Narrative

This year, I turn 58.

I’ve spent my entire life crafting leather goods, yet only today have I decided to create a bag that is truly, authentically “mine.”

It is not made to please the market, nor to chase trends.
It is not even made to be “beautiful,” let alone for “sales.”

I made it
solely for those who understand me, who have stood by me,
and who can see themselves reflected in my almost obsessive attention to detail.

The name of this bag is Corso Venezia n.35.
It is the address of my atelier in Milan.
It is the place where I wake up, think, and create every day;
it is my most peaceful, most authentic corner in that bustling city.

The small metal badge on the bag is no mere ornament.
It is a replica of the facade of my atelier building,
a way for me to turn my “home” into a portable imprint I can carry with me.
From now on, wherever you go, I deliver to you a sense of calm and order.

This year, I am 58,
so I will make only 58 of these bags.
One year, for just one piece.
No more, no mass production, no compromise.

It is the distillation of a lifetime of craftsmanship, a solemn tribute to my own life.
I have infused it with the restraint and softness of Nabuk suede;
with the flawless smoothness and order of vegetable-tanned leather;
with the hand-burnished, uniquely Italian amber edge dye.
Most importantly, I have hidden the most precious, never-before-seen Loro Piana fabric deep within the bag.

On the outside, my expertise; on the inside, my true heart.
On the outside, dignity for the world; on the inside, tenderness for myself.

I have always believed: The man is the brand.
My bags are never cold, impersonal commodities.
They are my character, my aesthetic, an extension of my approach to life.
It is me, handing over “who I am,” completely and fully, into your hands.

This time,
I have packed my name, my address, my 58 years of life,
my Milan, my craftsmanship, my obsession, and my passion,
all into this single bag.

For you, who understand me.
And for me, who, after all these years, has never given up on excellence.

— Gaetano
Written at my atelier in Milan