Magazine Club OG, born in 1999, our messenger from two worlds, dreamscapes and inexhaustible imagination. She may be uncatcheable, but when the clipboard comes out, you better get to work.

Violet swept in and swept us away. She added a lightness to the club that we really could use in the depths of despair we liked to simmer in. "Hey losers, get over it and also do you have nutella?".

Lisa was the one who said one fateful Sunday, hungover on the floor against the Santo Spirito church "Hey guys, should we make a magazine tomorrow?" and continued to do so 63 consecutive Mondays.

ZARA!!! Here to save us all. Step one: incineration. Can you handle the heat? No? Good. You're ready for step two.  Zara uses her masterful technique to give life to that normally left intangible and absurd. 

SOPHIA
HER NAME MEANING FEMALE WISDOM
WISE ENOUGH TO PLAY THE FOOL
AMEN

Father and son. Making wine. On ancient grounds, blessed by Lorenzo il Magnifico de Medici's personal alchemist. 1000 year old church. Quality over quantitiy. We're listening.

A most whimsical angel, Nordic born and Italian trained - Nilla manages a harmony within all her compositions that balances the classics she's consumed and trained as with a contemporary colourfulness and a touch of silly to keep things light.

OOPS! A masterpiece in charcoal. Oops! Disappeared into the desert. Oops! Sleeping in a hammock on an island in the atlantic. Oops! Dancer of the night at the Chanel party. Oops! Center stage at the Reschio legendary theatre performance. Oops! Drop acid with a donkey by Es Vedrá. Oopsie, recite you an ancient. Oops me any day, mister.