This is a spontaneous side project.
An existential scene on modern life. You think it’s all sweet Rome and we lovely creatives (crazy ‘Classio’ included) dining almost like the locals - as if we belonged here - through a wind quiet velvetsoft Osteria night. It is. But something lies underneath. Hard to tell. Just something.
It’s Troels from the fab Plotteriet holding “Mi chiamo Classio” (and almost the whole of Italy) in his hands on the picture to the left.