Where to begin… So dizzying is the profusion of sublime jewels, which I have been able to acquire over the years. They are the result of rich and singular encounters that have marked my lifetime, and the memories still move me so deeply, whenever I wear one of these jewels. But let me tell you, the touching story of this precious masterpiece, which had belonged to one of my closest girlfriends.

 

From her grandmother, Magdalena mainly remembered that she kept telling her : « all true memories are traces of tears ». Of these words, heard many times during her childhood, Magdalena told me that she did not understand the hidden meaning, until much later, when she became a young woman.

She had just had an audition at the Paris Opera and was devastated, as her
performance had not lived up to her own expectations. To try to console herself, Magdalena indulged in a sweet at the Café de la Paix.

 

Unable to taste the delicious strudel she had ordered, too busy sobbing silently, she was gently removed from her melancholic chrysalid by the warmth of a presence next to her body.  A man of mature age, with incredible elegance, was staring at her with an infinite empathy : « Young lady, I do not know what your sadness is about, but you should know that if I had not been touched by this one, I never could have paid attention to your hair and be caught by the magnificence of your gorgeous masterpiece styling it ». 

« Young lady » resumed the distinguished man with a friendly voice. «I have always been fascinated by jewelry. So, if I approached you like that, it is because I was dazzled by yours. At first sight, what I am about to ask you, will most likely seem to you, of an absolute incongruity. You must lend me this masterpiece for a while, because it is terribly inspiring ! ».