Chapter 2 - Accademia di Belle Arti di Firenze
Updated: Oct 15, 2020
Well, thought Giulia, that was very to-the-point and very Italian. Alba was clearly old school in how she managed her business and in her interactions.
“I studied at Accademia di Belle Arti di Firenze as part of my formal education. I appreciate the refined eye in color, print and pattern of the old masters and feel that your designs and collection represent very much that same level of expertise. For that reason, I wish to support someone who works within that aesthetic.”
Alba was very flattered that this young woman recognized her talents.
“Si, si, si. Giulia I understand. It is very important that my assistant understand my practice, my designs, and my point-of-view. I am very glad to know that you studied art. I, in fact, attended Accademia myself.”
Giulia already knew this. She had done her homework.
“Really? Well, it’s a wonderful institution. I can understand why your designs are so special.”
“Grazie, encore. I see you have support experience on your resume so assume you are familiar with maintaining calendars, technology, etc.”
“Oh, yes! I like to keep up with technology developments so that I can be of the most help in supporting my employer.”
“That is good to know. I think I have everything I need to review your qualifications. Are the references here the good ones?”
“Yes. You can call any and all of them.”
“In that case, thank you, Giulia. Gloria will be in touch within the next days.”
“Grazie for your time, Alba. It was a privilege to spend time in your atelier. Please thank Francesca and Gloria for their hospitality as well.”
Giulia got up to leave as Alba rose from her chair and motioned for her to follow her out to the wrought iron gate of the exit, while responding, “It was very nice to meet you in person, Giulia. Please do enjoy the rest of your day and I thank you for coming to my humble atelier.”
“Thank you as well. Have a lovely day.”
Giulia waved as she turned and departed. When she rounded the corner to the main street, she grinned from ear to ear. That had gone very well.
Alba turned from the door as Giulia walked away and couldn’t help but beam to herself. This is the kind of support she needed. And the kind of support that money could buy. The next collection was going to be spectacular. She could feel it.