He had what it took to finish in the hipster melting pot: right in Ticinese, also frequented by posers with the lock and old faggots hungry for mèches, cool magazines and he feed with credit cards. Yet the appearance can be deceptive. On the one hand because Stefano “scissor hands” run away exactly from the well known hair stylists, from “Vogue & the City”; on the other hand because here there are talent, passion and a personality that slips away from definitions: black bricks and little lights like Broadway, gelatine like rockability and brit style, The Raveonettes and Johnny Cash.