My Sound Refuge
(a stone’s throw from the station)
Step off the platform at Rome’s Termini station, take the side exit onto Via Giolitti, and you’re here in less than a breath. A front door, a vintage lift, the top floor — and the city traffic evaporates. This is where my sounds are born: a studio that doesn’t rent, doesn’t advertise, doesn’t show off. It’s my lab, the secret corner where the music you know comes from.
Inside the Studio
Main Control Room
Light wood, natural light, monitors that reveal every nuance. This is where I sculpt frequencies, dismantle and rebuild ideas until they sound inevitable.
Writing Room & Lounge
A deep sofa, synthesisers within reach, walls lined with books and vinyl. This is the space where the mind can slow down while melodies gather courage.
Kitchen & Suite
Coffee always on the hob, pots simmering with ideas; a hot shower for when the nights stretch long and sleep decides to wait.
Main Control Room
Light wood, natural light, monitors that reveal every nuance. This is where I sculpt frequencies, dismantle and rebuild ideas until they sound inevitable.
Writing Room & Lounge
A deep sofa, synthesisers within reach, walls lined with books and vinyl. This is the space where the mind can slow down while melodies gather courage.
Vocal Booth
One square metre of absolute silence. Words here have no distractions and find their place instantly.
Kitchen & Suite
Coffee always on the hob, pots simmering with ideas; a hot shower for when the nights stretch long and sleep decides to wait.
Why It Exists
I built this place to collapse the distance between inspiration and recording. Ten metres from the train means every hour saved can turn into a line, a chord, an insight.
It’s a craft workshop for sound: no ostentatious luxury, just obsessive attention to the details that matter.
A Small Gift
Opening these doors virtually is the most direct way I have of saying thank you for listening. Inside here, my daily life sounds: the tracks you haven’t heard yet, the discarded attempts, the moments when everything clicks on the first take.
If these images and words have brought you a little closer to my music, then the studio — even while remaining off-limits — has already worked its magic.
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