Flipping through Departures yesterday I was enchanted by a design by Giampiero Bodino. If anything delights me more than chairs, it’s bracelets. Filing this one neatly into the category “Bracelets I Cannot Afford.” Yet, anyway.
Speaking of Departures, I’m off to Paris for a few days. Stories to follow.
I swiped the image from here, but cannot find sources. (I do try.) You can find Bodino’s site here.
It may not be true that I cannot afford these bracelets as I cannot find them other than in this ad for Armani. Can you see that they connect by that chain around her neck? I’m completely captivated by the idea of this and the theatrics one could create reaching for a drink, enthusiastically telling a story or laying a hand on a man’s forearm to get his attention.
What’s that? Coat? Gloves? Entanglements? Bother. If you cannot see that the romance of this would outweigh any chill upon your shoulders, then you are in the wrong place.
If I cannot commit to a pair of shoes (and I cannot) then I don’t think you should have to look at them for a week (not that you would, but you know what I mean.) As life often/sometimes/occasionally delivers what one needs, this really terrific mid-century bracelet landed in my in-box on Friday. 18k, bi-colored (I love a girl who can’t make up her mind) curblink bracelet. Could she co-exist with my double-wrap clinky link? We will likely never know, but you can visit her and her cousins at dk farnum. Don’t be deterred by their construction sign – there’s lots of good stuff under “collection.”
This started as a series entitled, “Bracelets I Cannot Afford,” but I am broadening its scope. Tiffany must be ringing my bell as the Sugar Stack rings were/are also my list. This new Venezia Stella ring by Paloma Picasso is simply terrif. Honestly, I wouldn’t even need the diamonds (though they do come with.)
There are some pretty jazzy silver and enamel bracelets and rings in this collection which I actually could afford. Sadly, that is not usually how my wish list works. You can see the entire collection here.
Foraging for that charming little chicken-legged egg cup, I found myself wandering off track. A horrid day called for jewelry therapy, and, sure enough, Asprey offered up something to chase away the blues. The Protector.
Is it God in the details? Or the devil? Or perhaps it is where the the twain do meet. 
