Simone
“I met you in New York, you were German, but you lived, suffered and loved in Italy, the art that your hands breathed could make two pieces of metal and two or three bright stones come to life in splendor.”
In the house of a passionate love and overflowing nights, Simone arrived at the big apple to motivate buyers of her earrings, rings, bracelets, necklaces and all that art out of the ordinary and of an exquisiteness without equal. Jewels that seemed made for princes and princesses and that she elaborated with an almost religious meticulousness. She was beautiful like her jewelry and looked a little rough, but she was tender as a rose.