In Italy, all things are made sublime by women; the art of living is their philosophy. Their sharp minds and delicate hands create beauty and make hearts flutter. They savor their daily lives, bathed in a sense of frivolity and lightness that gives rhythm to their days. The fragrance of a sun-soaked garden, the sun beating down, an aroma of citris, here life is idyllic and perfect for artistic expression. The leathers are treated, the heels worked and the shoes erected as fashion icons. In this world of intoxicating dreams, Fericelli was born.