Ottavia De Santis
A phone case is the one print you carry everywhere. I give it the colours of Rome: faded terracotta, warm stone and late sun.
A phone case is the one print you carry everywhere. I give it the colours of Rome: faded terracotta, warm stone and late sun.
At five o'clock the Marseille light turns orange. I chase that colour into every print, then test it on a case in the sun.
Riga's Art Nouveau facades are full of curls, faces and vines. I sketch them from my window and turn them into prints for your phone.
My best case ideas arrive between the first spritz and the second. I cycle home under the porticoes and sketch them before they fade.
I walk the Jūrmala beach every morning, wind or not. Pine bark, amber and a grey Baltic sea all end up on my cases.
I draw at the same café table every morning. If a print still makes me smile by the second espresso, it goes on a case.
Case, AirPods, laptop sleeve: they should go together like a good outfit. One clean line, the right shade, nothing more.
Biella is a town of wool mills, so I think in tweed, herringbone and soft checks. A case should feel like a good coat for your phone.
I grew up between lemon trees and hand-painted tiles. Every case I design should feel like a Sicilian summer in your hand.