Time passes slowly and fades away. A study of Chaumet’s finest jewels.

Castaway, or runaway. She chased the dawn to the brink of the ocean.

I can’t do without you. The soulmates, the sisters and the may-as-well-be, in pieces to treasure always.

All the light we cannot see. What happens when the outside looks in?

Moves in mysterious ways. Adventure beckons, and she creates her own path.

I like the way you move. Stay light on your feet in a wardrobe to take you anywhere.

This must be the place. In the languid hours of the afternoon they give themselves over to time and space.