Our Story❤️
Introduction
Our business was born in 1994 thanks to the creativity and ingenuity of Patrizia and her father, Paolo. The two of them, together with the arrival of Marco, the other beating heart of our shop, gave rise to all our creations. Their story is personal, intense and unique, so Patrizia and Marco themselves will tell you about it!
Patricia Rossi
"The Pyramid"
The story begins when, returning to Caorle, I met my father, Paolo, again.
Together we begin to frequent a Master of Murano glass, V. Tagliapietra. We become passionate and fascinated by the world of glass, which, little by little, captures all our attention.
I have always had a passion for painting and so, combining my creativity and my expressive skills with the discovery of glass processing, we began the adventure of this beautiful profession. In 1994 La Piramide was born, my first business.
We made collectible decorated bottles with brass caps decorated with Murano glass. We made thousands of them and sold them all over the world. Little by little we started to have contacts and collaborations with other companies, expanding our production.
In 1996 Marco joined the team, who, initially showing pure curiosity, gradually developed an ever-increasing interest in glass processing. He attended courses at the Zanelli school in Murano for glass blowing and increased his knowledge with assiduous research, thus becoming a luminist in all respects.
Thus Rossi & Rossi was born. Over the years we have created a truly infinite number of highly appreciated items both at retail and wholesale, reaching international markets: America, Japan, Australia, Europe and, of course, Venice and its islands, where we still regularly supply various shops.
Mark Rossi
Love for glass
As a child, during a trip to Venice with my elementary school friends, I had my first contact with glass.
Like many kids my age, I was enchanted: the impression I took home was that I had witnessed a magic impossible to understand.
Many years passed, until 1996, before I came into contact with glass again. It was not I who looked for it, but it who found me. Under my house, by a strange coincidence, a bizarre man and his equally strange daughter had opened an equally particular laboratory, full of colored glass.
The interior of the laboratory was divided by a wall painted with reproductions of Venetian architectural elements. However, those elements had a different aura, as if Venice had grown among the sands of the Egyptian pyramids rather than in the middle of the lagoon. The laboratory was called La Piramide .
In that place they painted and worked glass. Painted objects of all kinds came out of it: vases, jars, cups and a multitude of decorated bottles, enriched by stoppers made by melting glass rods on a blue flame.
They were looking for an apprentice and I was looking for a job for the winter. I went in and, immediately, I was struck by the sweet smell of the little studio, where that gentleman worked the glass. That gentleman was called Paolo. He explained to me what he was looking for, showed me what the work consisted of and then told me to go upstairs to say hello to his daughter, Patrizia.
Climbing that ladder, I met the person who would later become, and still is, my life partner. But I didn’t know it then. I didn’t know anything: I didn’t know how to work glass and I didn’t imagine that that laboratory and the two people who ran it would change my life.
I returned once more. This time Paolo sat me down in front of the blue, whistling flame. He put two glass rods in my hands and asked me to try to repeat what he had just shown me: make a small crystal ball. I had to collect the glass that one rod released with the other, constantly turning it in the flame.
The operation ended with a drop of glass falling onto the workbench, two rods without any balls and an expression of disappointment and slight embarrassment printed on my face.
Despite the failure, it was love at first sight. From that moment on, glass became part of my life. Although I had to reconcile economic needs with aesthetic aspirations, I always tried to work with sincerity and care.
Even today I am fortunate enough to learn almost every day some secret that glass decides to grant me.
THE PRESENT