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Debbie
A beautiful object that tells a tale… A story of passion and singular prose. Debbie’s statuesque form and refined, woven details captivate and intrigue.
Dory
A wooden sole that connects us with the earth in each passing step. The merging of sensorial elements: the smooth touch of leather, the soft touch of woven fabric… Dory’s carefully crafted materials and form recall the
beauty and comfort of walks through nature.
beauty and comfort of walks through nature.
Donata
Moments of deep contemplation… Instances dedicated to oneself, which often lead to the most significant revelations. Donata, with its distinct, graphic elements balanced with delicate sophistication, is reminiscent of these meditative periods of reflection and clarity.
Domma
Leaves crunching beneath our feet. The brisk autumn air encircling us as we follow the long and winding path.
Domma, with its thick wooden heel and enveloping shape, carries you with comfort and grace as you continue on your journey.
Domma, with its thick wooden heel and enveloping shape, carries you with comfort and grace as you continue on your journey.
Dita
The sweet song of summer still dancing in the breeze. The delicate palm trees along the coast, swaying in perfect rhythm. Dita’s sensual shape and earth-toned hues recall the cherished memories of warmer days.
Debbie
Robert Frost —
“The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.”
Jean Baudrillard —
“The desert is a natural extension
of the inner silence of the body.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson —
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
Charles Dickens —
“The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.”
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Dory
Sylvia Plath —
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.
Tahir Shah —
“We had the kind of conversations that only great friends can ever share. They were touched with magic.”
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Donata
Sylvia Plath —
“We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.”
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations —
“I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.”
William Wordsworth —
“Wild is the music of autumnal winds amongst the faded woods.”
Joan Miro —
You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at the picture for a second and think of it all your life.
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Domma
Federico Fellini —
“If there were a little more silence, if we all kept quiet... maybe we could understand something.”
Frank Lloyd Wright —
The present is the evermoving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In
that lies hope.
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Dita
Ralph Waldo Emerson —
I gazed out into the sea, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of you, far in the distance.
The gentle warmth of the setting sun caressing my skin. The closing song of summer carried by the breeze. The image of your face forever etched into
my mind.
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
Louise Bourgeois —
“I am not what I am, I am what I do with my hands...”
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The concept
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The vibrant hues of summer slowly beginning to fade like those of a photograph. One that’s been lingered over in deep contemplation… A desire and longing to prolong those cherished moments.
Shadows are cast in the heat of the setting sun, stretching with the lithe grace of a dancer across the earth. Was that you walking by? My eyes deceive me.
Memories of warm nights gazing far out across the barren land. Majestic landscapes by the sea. The sweet sound of your laughter still ringing in my ears. Fingers laced, we’d stroll along the shore. We’d ruminate on philosophy, art and life.
We marveled at ancient artifacts whose mystery intrigued. Stories of a past we’d never fully grasp. My eyes catch sight of an untouched bowl of pomegranates on the table. The unfinished bottle of wine. Artifacts in their own right. Keepers of the secrets we shared. Tokens of moments we’d wished would never come to an end.
The sweet autumn air fills my lungs. I close my eyes, allowing its gentle touch to envelop me… Just as your arms did not long before. A soft smile comes to my lips, as I concede to the delicate melody of autumn, knowing I shall always carry with me the memory of that summer.
Shadows are cast in the heat of the setting sun, stretching with the lithe grace of a dancer across the earth. Was that you walking by? My eyes deceive me.
Memories of warm nights gazing far out across the barren land. Majestic landscapes by the sea. The sweet sound of your laughter still ringing in my ears. Fingers laced, we’d stroll along the shore. We’d ruminate on philosophy, art and life.
We marveled at ancient artifacts whose mystery intrigued. Stories of a past we’d never fully grasp. My eyes catch sight of an untouched bowl of pomegranates on the table. The unfinished bottle of wine. Artifacts in their own right. Keepers of the secrets we shared. Tokens of moments we’d wished would never come to an end.
The sweet autumn air fills my lungs. I close my eyes, allowing its gentle touch to envelop me… Just as your arms did not long before. A soft smile comes to my lips, as I concede to the delicate melody of autumn, knowing I shall always carry with me the memory of that summer.
The collection —
The Antolina Fall-Winter 2019 Collection weaves a poetic tale that is at once romantic and nostalgic. Sculptural elements mingle with rich, handwoven fabrics and delicate, feminine forms. Each piece exudes character and strength, while simultaneously evoking ethereal beauty. In a way, it is a celebration of the many facets of the modern woman. Though clearly adapted to the fall/winter months, they carry with them the tender spirit of summer, thereby infusing our days with the warmth and sweet pleasure of days past.
letter from the designer —
I needed to go back to my roots because my father was very sick and I wanted to keep him alive.
In Paraguay we are all “mestizos” and my father is no different, a wild mix of European and Indigenous.
In search of my ancestors, I met the Maka.
This noble community fascinated me.
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I fell in love with the fabrics, the colors and their genuine and generous character.
Seeing how much they struggle to earn and provide for their families, we created Antolina: a project to support these Indigenous communities and in turn to help me to preserve an important part of my personal history.
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Antolina was my paternal grandmother’s first name and her personality and tenderness suffused my childhood. Antolina is a name that both evokes my origins and also gives an even deeper meaning to this project.
the atelier —
A small atelier was established thanks to the support of Giuseppe Baiardo who fell in love with the project too.
At this atelier, older women from the tribe started to weave the collection using traditional methods, soon younger Indian women started to show an interest in learning this time-honored skill.
This made me extremely happy.
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I really hope you enjoy Antolina shoes as much as we enjoyed making them.
Mariela Montiel
Mariela Montiel
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