My son, just off the beach, eating local capers from an espresso cup with a spoon. Warm skin, messy hair, something briny. An ordinary moment that felt like everything.
Nothing remarkable. Everything exceptional.
Freshwater pearls, natural stones, glass, silk, leather, and precious metals. I'm drawn to the interplay of unexpected materials, textures, and forms. The Mediterranean runs through it all—not as a place, but as a feeling. The light, the warmth, the ease, and the beauty of things as they are.
