Style makes my Italian heart sing

I’VE checked out my ancestry and it seems I don’t have a single Mediterranean bone in my body. There must have been a mistake. How else to explain my profound love affair with all things Italian? Last week I spent a fascinating hour or two with Italian-born Melbourne legend Piero Gesualdi, a man who’s left an indelible imprint on the city’s lifestyle landscape through several decades of fashion boutiques and restaurants. People have likened the architect-turned-retailer’s new Fitzroy emporium, Mondopiero, to stores in Milan, but having experienced it for myself, it’s better. If only Milan’s 10 Corso Como had half the wit, passion and romance. Mondopiero ( is exactly as its name translates — it’s Piero’s world, and when you’re next in the southern city it’s well worth a visit. From the whimsy of a taxidermied giraffe on a gold-leaf wall (yes you read that correctly) to Gesualdi’s hand-picked furniture, glass, ceramics and fragrances, it’s a uniquely personal gallery. Prego, si accomodi.
Neale Whitaker, Daily Telegraph.

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Piero Gesualdi (at left) enjoying a coffee at his new Mondopiero store in Melbourne's Fitzroy.
Picture: Sean Fennessy