Journal — by Stillora.ej I never set out to start a brand. I just kept finding things I couldn't walk past. A small ring at a flea in Paris, the silver soft from a hundred years of being turned on someone's finger. A pendant at an estate sale in upstate America, still in the velvet box it had been bought in, the receipt tucked inside — for our anniversary, 1962. But also: a quiet contemporary necklace from an independent designer's workshop, hand-formed in a way that made me stop in...
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