Actually, we already did. And now we’d like to celebrate it with you. Saturday, April 26th, we’re officially introducing our one-of-one, limited edition, hand-dyed classics line. After you finish running the Music City Marathon (or working up a sweat waving from the sidelines), join us at the Studio from 2-6pm for some good, solid weekend relaxation/lounging. We’ll be donating 20% of the day’s proceeds to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital, and our friend Russ Pollard will be spinning records. There will be cold drinks on hand and (fingers crossed) warm sun on our shoulders. In other words, Saturday at its best.

Ti voglio bene.


From Dana Nappi:

Shopping for antiques in Paris sounds romantic…and it is, even if you’re doing it during a particularly cold, wet month and you don’t speak much French. The streets are a labyrinth of narrow, crowded aisles, buzzing with laughter and the sound of a thousand conversations happening inside a cloud of smoke from a thousand cigarettes. When you duck into a booth to look at a chair, you find a hidden door behind the chair leading to another room full of chairs, at the back of which is – you guessed it – a hidden door leading to another room of chairs. That’s how we found our lava pots.

Lava Pots

Lava Pots (set of 2, $4500)

The owner led us to the back of his space, up a spiral staircase, and into a cramped, barely finished attic with ceilings so low we had to stoop (and we’re not tall people). The two lightbulbs overhead gave off just enough light to see that we were surrounded by the most incredible collection of pots imaginable. Every shape, size, color, and function was represented. Towering over them all were these huge, dark urns of what looked like lava. They weighed a ton. I had no idea how he’d gotten them up there, how we’d get them out, or what it would take to ship them. But I knew they were coming home with us no matter what. 

Paris Street Lamps (set of two, $5000)

I fell in love with the Paris street lamps at first sight. Like the pots, they were massive. They were constructed of beautiful, weathered metalwork and what I assumed was glass but discovered was actually plexiglass. Disappointed, I asked the seller what had happened to the original panes, and he told me the street lamps in Paris had been converted when plexi became available because of a longstanding competition among Parisian schoolboys to see who could break the most lights by throwing rocks at them. Somehow, that’s what sold me. I could see those rebellious little boys running rampant through the City of Light, trying to make it dark.

Oil on Canvas, South of France

Oil on Canvas, South of France (76.5 inches x 59.5 inches, $9000)

When I first saw this painting (and yes: it, too, is giant), I immediately thought the women were stomping grapes. The way they were painted suggested movement, and they seemed to be looking at their feet. Since it was from the south of France, I associated it with the grape harvest. But someone who came into Peter Nappi last week saw it hanging behind our stage and commented on how “beautiful and appropriate” it was. I asked what he meant by “appropriate,” and he said “because the women are trying on shoes.” Maybe I was wrong about the grapes…

Ti voglio bene,
Dana Nappi

Happy First Day of Spring! #sneakpeek #newstylescoming

Happy First Day of Spring! #sneakpeek #newstylescoming


Come celebrate Rocco’s Mardi Gras season arrival! Boots from Italy, bourbon from Willett Distillery, brass band, king cake, photo booth…what more could a party want? Saturday, March 1st, 6-9pm at the Studio: 1308 Adams St., Nashville TN 37208. 

Ti voglio bene.

SPOILER ALERT: Later this season, somebody dyes.

Waiting to dye...

Limited edition, hand-dyed originals. Coming Spring 2014.


details_blogThirty five minutes in the security line because you’d rather travel in style than wear slip-ons? You’re our kinda guy, Ben Goldberg. If this was a cartoon, we’d have hearts coming out of our eyes.

Sloane, Emily, and Wendy at Peter Nappi

Our sweet friends Emily and Sloane stopped by the Studio for a visit with new kid in town Wendy Southard. Persol sunnies and a onesie are the perfect thing to wear to an important nap.

Kolbeinn Bjornsson meets an Icelandic flag and a pair of Stefano boots; we meet a high tech foot. Everybody wins.

Most people mistake the antique flag on our back wall for Sweden’s or Finland’s, and because of that we’ve won a lot of bets. But Icelander Kolbeinn Bjornsson made a beeline for the wall when he came in for a pair of boots last week, saying “I never see the pre-contemporary Icelandic flag anywhere!” Kolbeinn designs advanced prosthetic technology and made a detour on his way to a conference to come through Nashville and visit the studio, braving an epic thunderstorm in the process. What are the odds? Kolbeinn, we appreciate and salute you. Way to ruin our betting streak.