Story
A long answer to a short question.
Why this. Why silver. Why heavy. Why now.
I
It started with one ring.
Heavy, plain, slightly off-centre on purpose — made for a friend who kept losing things. We didn’t set out to start a studio. We set out to make one ring that wouldn’t get lost.
Then a friend of a friend asked. Then a stranger. Then we ran out of evenings.
II
Tbilisi, taught us patience.
There is a particular Georgian way of making things — slow, exact, suspicious of shortcuts. Bread, wine, churches, the way a doorframe is set. We borrowed that. The studio sits in a quiet street; neighbours bring tea; nothing rushes.
A piece is finished when it stops asking for something. Sometimes that takes an hour. Sometimes a season.
III
Why silver, and why dark.
Silver tells the truth. It oxidises, marks, dents, asks to be worn. Gold pretends nothing is happening. We wanted the metal that ages with you, not against you.
As for the gothic — we don’t see it as a costume. It’s about weight. The acknowledgement that beauty has a shadow side. The pieces are quiet, not loud. They just don’t apologise.
“Make it heavy. Make it last. Then get out of its way.”
Studio motto