Don’t call them “jewels”
It is a distant Lucca September when the father of little Laura buys his daughter a pair of Pastorino-brand tweezers; not a pinwheel or a bag of brittle, but a small craft tool, of the kind used, among other things, to make bijoux. Laura loves exploring fairs and markets, and what fascinates her most is creating with her hands. Her father knows this well; after all, he shares that passion and, indeed, he was probably the one who passed it on to the little girl. Who knows whether he could ever have imagined, though, in front of that stall at the Lucca September, that those tweezers his daughter would still have and use as an adult, inside her little boutique-workshop at number 37 of Via S. Andrea.
Laura (Casini)’s little shop is called Ossidiana Monili, and it is a small, varied treasure chest, full of colour and with a “tribal-chic” allure, where Lucca intertwines with the East and beyond. Here, under the protective wing of obsidian, the stone of change, the visitor can travel to never-seen places and lose themselves along magical paths of fabric and paper, paved with semi-precious stones. Further on, in the little workshop-room where a wonderful “ordered chaos” reigns, Laura’s hands work tirelessly to feed all this: they touch, choose, cut, weave, knot. The pieces of jewellery are born: beautiful, unique, sometimes showy and sometimes not; each of them is an embrace that shields you from sadness, from negativity, almost a spell. For this lady, volcanic and reserved at the same time, there is nothing more beautiful, no greater satisfaction.
For some time now, Ossidiana Monili has been collaborating with the Giacomo Puccini House-Museum in Lucca, for which it creates two lines: Turandot and Music. Laura’s East intertwines with that which belonged first to Gozzi and then to Puccini, but not only: the Japanese suggestions of Madama Butterfly inevitably arrive too, and musical scores become part of the universe of the jewellery. Our creator is enthusiastic about this stimulating collaboration and hopes to grow it further in the future. Meanwhile, her little boutique continues to produce and sell beauty, one piece after another; “armed” with her beloved childhood tweezers (which represent the passion that in the end prevailed, despite years of study and a degree that would have wanted her on a wholly different path), Laura keeps her luminous carousel turning with patience and joy, in trepid anticipation of the next soul who will cross the threshold of number 37 of Via S. Andrea.
