The accordion replaced my nursery-school teacher: she judged my progresses and punished me if I didn’t work hard enough (obviously along with my grandma, the first advocate of my precocious passion for the accordion).
It hasn’t abandoned me since then, accompanying me even when my studies gave priority to my passion for motor racing. Anyway music prevailed (considering that I was better as a musician than as a mechanic…), so I started a wonderful teaching experience. Through the instrument, I established a new relation to the world.
All good things must be brief (not too much, though…), so after a while, to spare more time for music, I quit teaching and I dedicate myself, to a limited extent, to women’s clothing. What’s got to do with it? You’ll wonder.
Much more than you think.