There are not only huge buildings in Fiorentini’s production: the same soft line accompanies the hardly perceptible and undefined backgrounds, 

the groups of figures captured in the reverberating light that unconsciously force us to squint to see better.  

But the entire fleet of Fiat 500 shut down, are stored away in the toy box, ready to be taken out to be played with. They undoubtedly compete with all of the cars from the ‘60s lined up in traffic in the big city. They compete perhaps for their greater spirit of freedom. 

You want to make an appointment with Federico Fiorentini at a corner in New York, at a street crossing. I am sure that he would be waiting 

in his 500 with the roof open (making visible all the skyscrapers that seem to touch the sky and beyond), with the sunshine warming the inside). 

Inside the 500, we have the impression that America isn’t so big after all; if you’d like, just down, the road we can get a pastis in Paris. It’s a question of meeting places. The painting is a memory, to talk about. - Andrea Mello