When Schéhérazade first took this necklace out of her jewelry box, I was taken with a wave of nostalgia that in all honesty left me with the taste of gin and tonic. It reminded me of the Bulgari necklace my mom bought for herself back in the 80’s.
It was thick, finely wrought, and never left her neck. I remember seeing it glisten on her tan skin, back when the beach was a scene as glamourous as the nightclubs, where bathing suits were more elaborate than cocktail dresses. For a while now, I’ve been wondering where she left it.
It reminded me of the costume jewelry of Sagan, Deneuve, Carole Bouquet, and more recently, the little flash of genius of stylist Steevie Dance in an editorial for the Australian magazine Russh that has definitely inspired me.
Translation : Tim Sullivan