ll is quiet and bucolic in the little orchard behind the old farmhouse in Massa Lombarda, 30 miles east of Bologna, until a yellow oil drum hurtling over a tall hedge announces Alberto Dassasso’s arrival. He appears after it, plowing through the brush with the physique and broad shoulders of a man who is, if not professionally engaged in beating order into metal, at least interested. Thick branches separate like water. Dassasso picks up the oil drum and continues toward the farmhouse, merrily hoisting the empty barrel at a vast pile of similarly colorful and rusted drums that age and acquire patina in a tangle of squash plants under the shade of an umbrella of fruit trees. This is Vibrazioni, and Dassasso one half of its motive force. The design shop has made a bustling business out of rendering discarded barrels into useful and beautiful things: furniture—chairs, tables, and cabinets, mostly—also, and spectacularly, motorcycle tanks and seats. One of their bikes sits in front of the doors of the little barn that serves as workshop and studio. It’s a brutal-looking Ducati Scrambler. All angles and colors. Beat-straight sections of oil drum are joined together, their iconic logos cut and reformed and reformed entirely out of context. It’s spectacular.