Materia Rica is a creative independent brand and our passion. We want our products to be a breath of fresh air, joining the feel of crafted natural materials with a rich story behind. While our eyes are set on artistic icons, our senses are devoted to detail to provide you with the unique experience that you deserve.
Materia Rica is an ancient concept and a new brand at the same time. It emerges to meet the needs of present day people. For those looking for crafted, responsibly designed and manufactured accessories.
It all began with Manolo — an older brother to Materia Rica and our former jewellery project. Back on 2010 Marta Chojnacka’s drawings and tales took shape and Manolo was born. And, from London pop-up markets, it set off for homes and galleries on all the corners of the world.
The team behind Manolo grew fast and London merged with Barcelona. Many things changed. But artists were (and are) still worker bees and Materia Rica sprouted. Its raison d’être: to see your feelings and emotions arise with what we do. This is the biggest achievement of our proud small brand.
The 20th Century artist, designer and game changer Sonia Delaunay is our inspiration for this collection. And this collection is our way to pay tribute to the woman that spread colour and art over the grayish interwar world and brought her style to clothing, stage design and even home decoration. Together with her husband Robert Delaunay, she developed and applied the Simultaneous Contrasts color theory, playing with chromatism, size and shape and creating vivid and hypnotic pieces. Thus, their avant-garde movement was called Orphism by the poet Guillaume Apollinaire, referring to greek myth Orpheus, who could charm all living creatures with his art.
Henri met Polynesia because of the light. At night, at dawn, always surrounded by the blue, the artist discovered how nature celebrates life. With songs and threads, dye and laughs, gazes, gossips and bold shapes.
The bittersweet taste of champagne. A soft piano melody embraces all the guests as a moonbeam threads through heavy curtains and uncovers silk and feathers and glances and... art.
The wind carries the gulls cry and sweet memories of a white village. With races and shouts and laughs in the sand. With a salty kiss under the mall. And the first time your toes met the water.
Once, there was a shy ephemeral feeling that was strong enough to move millions. It was love. It was freedom. It was word. Then, it metamorphosed into little doves that spread it all around.