I found my first feeling of home in Milan. I was seventeen when I met Gian Paolo Barbieri. He gave me my first camera. The first piece in my collection. The first feeling that I belonged somewhere. He showed me that art isn’t something you visit. It’s something you live with. Every morning started the same way. An espresso. Jazz playing quietly. Then work. Those mornings stayed with me. This corner is dedicated to Gian Paolo. Not because he taught me about coffee. Because he taught me how to stop. How to look. How to appreciate the small things. Sometimes all you need is a good espresso, a beautiful song, and a few quiet minutes before the day begins. That’s what this place is about.