When one speaks of design — not the sterile type, not the kind measured by rulers and budgets — but the real design of soul-space and self-expression, one must always begin with earth. With pottery. With the kind of object that once lived beneath your feet and now stands on your table, holding flowers, fruit, or tears. Because to be a true designer, one must learn to dress not only the body, but the spirit of a room.
Whether you are weaving fantasy into a fashion show or whispering love into the corners of your home, pottery is a necessity. It is the pause in the poem. The silence between fabrics. The curve that speaks louder than lace.
To complete this dreamy, chaotic, pastel-sugar shrine I’ve built — something between a Harajuku fairy tale and a soft-serve daydream on the edge of madness — I had to include a creator whose work feels like a conversation between hands and stars: the brilliant Italian ceramicist, Marzia Pie, and her now-silent but never-forgotten studio, Mai Accents.
Her shop is closed now — and my heart cracked open writing that. Each of her pieces was a story: round-bellied vases that seemed to laugh, mugs that winked, plates painted with whispers. Every photograph she took of them was a theatrical rebellion — bold, cinematic, fearless. They didn’t sit on shelves. They posed. They performed.
Although photography is not the thread of the My Closet series, I would be remiss not to honor the visual language she created. Her backdrops were painted like dreams remembered in color — rich, eccentric, full of mischief. She did not simply style things; she communed with them.
Her deep affection for Japan — folded into her Mediterranean roots like a silk kimono layered over warm terracotta — felt familiar to me. I saw in her work a sisterhood: bold, strange, feminine, unapologetically soft and unashamedly fierce.
If by chance you wander into a vintage shop, a corner of the internet, a hidden ceramic garden and find a Mai piece — tell me. Share it. Whisper it like a secret. For I could never have too much of her earth in my home.
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