
A parure in the old sense — necklace, earrings, bracelet, ring, brooch — cut from one parcel of Ilakaka sapphire so the blue never argues with itself. The tide comes in five pieces or not at all.
It rests in the morning vitrine in Nairobi, and it has a habit of quieting the salon. The founder says she is not yet tired of it.
The papers travel with the piece; the gouache stays in the archive, and a copy comes to you.
— and three others stand this season. The salon knows them; ask, and the vitrine is dressed.
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