Alighieri Jewellery


Alighieri is a collection of jewellery inspired by Dante Alighieri’s ‘Divine Comedy’; each piece corresponds to one of the poet’s 100 poems. As the pilgrim journeys through the realms of Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise, he encounters mythical creatures, scraggy landscapes, and terrifying demons.

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It took three days to drive across the Southern coast of Iceland. It was immediately apparent to me how the island’s dramatic landscapes gave inspiration to the the country’s rich tradition of folk tales. Thinking, at the time, about my next Alighieri Jewellery collection, I was taken by the jagged landscapes; the storybook castles; the at once melancholy and beautiful expanses of space.


While the traditional landmarks and phenomena were impossible to ignore – the Blue Lagoon, Northern Lights, geezers galore – I had come for my own portraits: stolen moments looking through filters, peering down from hilltops, and catching sight of those elusive colours that punctuate the stretches of Iceland’s white scrolls. The terrain is not all that different from Dante’s depiction of the infernal realm, in its scraggy ways and exaggerated natural elements. There are flickers of these stolen moments that run through the Teardrop Collection.

The first morning was spent in a suburban guest house outside of Reykjavik. We were eager to explore the sleepy town, and those that neighboured it, and those that neighboured them. Only three streets away, we found the coast, where a rocky shoreline was being pummelled by waves. I almost preferred seeing the horizon from behind the glass of the car’s windscreen. As it began to rain, the view was transformed from a generic postcard, four by six, into a more enchanting frame. The clouds tumbled onto each other to the beat of the sun’s glimmers. The raindrops fell and slid, diagonally, from the top left hand corner, to the bottom right, with the balletic grace of a dancer’s limbs.

If you are brave enough to drive the 200km traverse to this distant shore you are rewarded with a moment of monochrome bliss: the Black Beach. Looking down with giddy trepidation, it feels as though you have swapped your colour vision for a black and white filter. The sand is the black of a catastrophic oil spill, and the wind is so violent that it renders the blue ocean waves white with speed as their peaks unfurl on the sand. There is one lonely rock to the left, almost acting as a life guard’s tower, watching the chiaroscuro duo of sand and waves, making sure the rhythm is in order, at all times.

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