In 1960, I was six years old and I lived in Col San Martino, a village in the Treviso area. The long shadow of the Second World War had not yet disappeared and the dramatic progress that would soon forever shatter the secular landscape had merely laid its first roots. The first cars drove along the inadequate roads and America had overcome national clerical protective barriers transmitting a new culture and a new fashion. I wonder if my legendary (It was told) dreamy nature was understood as my eyes followed those superb women. Setting themselves free from the infamous violence and darkness that came with the war they followed the unrestrained fashion. They showed off their superb hips sculptured by large belts that tightly closed off their waists causing their bosoms to explode and unveil their sweet and soft forms in prurient V-shaped necklines. I have never forgotten that enticing charm, the proud and brave steps that defied the past and opened the doors to the revolutionary era of consumerism and creativity.