Venice is a city you never see the same way twice.
A city born from water, from the curve of the Rialto Bridge reflected in the canals, from a soft light that changes with every hour, from footsteps gliding slowly over worn stone. A city without haste, without the noise of traffic, cocooned as if suspended in another time.
The Venezia model is born from this image: a bridge suspended between water and sky. The central Gem is the peak of the arch; Diamonds scattered along the shank form a precious staircase — like a silent procession of footsteps, of stories, of hands intertwined that have crossed that bridge.
