Jewels at Sea Level
When I began in jewelry, I had two pieces crystal clear in my mind.
One I’ll tell you about another day.
The other was the origin of it all.
One I’ll tell you about another day.
The other was the origin of it all.
Like pulling the end of a tangled thread.
Do you remember those colorful rope bracelets that were sold everywhere in the 80s? They’re still in nautical shops and in the windows of “souvenir” stores.
In my childhood, in Vigo —a port city— they were on every wrist.
Like the iconic Snipe or Eagle boots: a uniform.
For many, they remain a symbol of youth, sea, freedom.
For me, over the years, they turned into something else: soulless trinkets. Souvenirs.
For me, over the years, they turned into something else: soulless trinkets. Souvenirs.
The very concept makes my hair stand on end. A kind of childishness.
As if, as an adult, you were wearing a pacifier around your neck just because it reminded you of childhood.
The sea, for me, is not that.
It is authenticity, freedom, balance, strength and elegance.
That’s where my rope bracelets were born.
In gold. In silver. Or both at once.
They carry the popular soul of those pieces, but elevated to what I felt they should be: an intimate and adult symbol of that connection with the sea.
Not cheap nostalgia. A true amulet.
It is authenticity, freedom, balance, strength and elegance.
That’s where my rope bracelets were born.
In gold. In silver. Or both at once.
They carry the popular soul of those pieces, but elevated to what I felt they should be: an intimate and adult symbol of that connection with the sea.
Not cheap nostalgia. A true amulet.
Jewels at sea level.
Angela Lago _ Wearable Nautical Art