Dolce Kaos. Two different worlds in a physical, olfactory exchange; two opposite worlds that converge in a place called Kaos.

The idea of ‘sweet chaos’ stems from a short circuit of thoughts that brings together a phrase by the Sicilian writer Luigi Pirandello, a famous film by the Taviani brothers and a real but mythical place in Sicily called Kaos.

DOLCE KAOS evokes a Sicilian landscape of land and sea, a countryside blazed and cracked by the August sun, an intense light where all is yellow and rust, a place of stillness where time is marked by the rasp of invisible cicadas. The air is heavy with wild herbs, dry straw and arid hay; the scent of thyme, and of carobs blackened by the burning sun. 

But the sea talks to the dry land and the cracked earth is soothed by a soft, salty breeze. There’s a dream of blue light, of drying seaweed on black lava rocks. A mirage under the summer sun, a fusion of land and sea, the intoxication of DOLCE KAOS.