About
Bulbo
Bulbo was born in a garden that doesn’t appear on any map.
A place where plants grow however they want,
objects seem to hold their own stories,
and ideas show up without asking for permission.
There are no specialists here.
Things are built as they come to us
in the best way we know how.
Sometimes they turn out clean, sometimes crooked,
but they always carry soul.
At Bulbo there is no rush.
No rules.
No clear path.
Just curiosity
and the kind of magic that appears in things made with love.
Each piece is made in small batches, like seasonal fruit. They appear, grow, we enjoy them, and they leave room for what’s next. When they’re gone, they’re simply gone.
Every collection arrives with a small story.
Every character belongs to this peculiar garden.
The first is Silvio: a drifting and brilliant man
who finds beauty where almost no one stops to look.
Bulbo pieces don’t aim to be technically exact.
They want to have soul,
to stay close to whoever wears them,
and to remind them how fun it is to create things without fully knowing why.