The first time we opened the shop door in London. Nerves, pride, and the smell of freshly cast metal.
The Last Collection, A Farewell From The Heart
A few weeks ago, the world stopped. Paul, my traveling companion, my love, my everything… passed away in a motorcycle accident at just 35 years old. Since then, every day in the shop weighs like metal on our first pieces. But I also know that he wouldn't want this project to wither away in silence.
That's why I've prepared one last collection: jewelry we made together, by hand, before his passing. They are the last pieces with his soul. They will never be made again. Each one is a tribute to his life, to our love, to the dreams we forged with fire and tenderness.