Born to an Italian father and a Russian mother in the warm winds of Adelaide, from an early age Giacomo Ciufoli was bestowed with the gift of holding tight to heritage. A childhood spent standing two feet tall in the shadow of the Colosseum on trips to Rome, skipping down tightly wound cobbled backstreets in Florence, and soaking up centuries of history built on renaissance beauty, vivid architect
ure, the smooth lines of a Botticelli sculpture, and the simple luxuries of dancing hands and long conversations over blood-red chianti and wild boar. All these ingredients left their mark upon Giacomo, imprinting him with a deep love of beauty, the genius of art, and the elegance of tradition.
