There's a ring in the window with a piece of turquoise big enough to choke a horse. Not that you'd want to, of course.
And another that's like a little book, it even opens out like a poison ring to reveal a little cavity inside. And other glories too numerous to mention. I've been coming here for a surreptitious drool for more years than I'd care to name, being a bit of a sucker for shiny stones and historically-inspired artistry in close conjunction. Designer Giovanni D'ercole takes cues from times when jewellery was bold. Big stones. Big colours. Exquisite detailing. Shiny, shiny rose gold.
They clearly do lots of wedding jewellery too, and I suspect the odd custom request would not be unwelcome. If you can fork out the cash that it. For the rest of us, it's a fun place to visit. Think of jewellery store as pagan temple. It's dark, spotlit glass cases, otherwise wood and fur and incense burning somewhere. For years, every time I came in they were playing Dead Can Dance to add to the sombre feel. Today it was some cross-between twangy Philip Glass and music from some obsolete African ritual that involved a large pile of gold, a terrified monkey, a barely concealed knife and a lot of chanting. read more