the path to our destiny has a way of revealing itself
mine revealed itself in northern africa
I've always been a vintage girl of all sorts. From clothing to furniture, altar pieces & everything in between. You name it.
Candelabras, old teapots, Moroccan trays, jewelry. I've always had an eye for velvet, fringe, anything adorned with bells & tassels. The unusual, the beautifully aged & the objects that seem to have a character of their own.
But what has always fascinated me most are the things made by hand. The weight of old metal, the imperfections, the craftsmanship. Objects made to endure, carrying traces of the hands that shaped them. Treasures passed through countless hands, leaving you to wonder where they've been, who they once belonged to & what stories they might tell.
I.// Meet Lauren
2.// FROM VISION TO FORM
An ancient past, woven into something new.
How could I honor the story an amulet already carries, breathe new life into it & intertwine its past with the present?
How could I create pieces that transport you to another place, maybe even another lifetime?
Perhaps you were royalty, adorned in sacred jewels, making offerings at an ancient temple. Or perhaps you were a wild, wandering soul of the desert, guided only by the stars.
03.// THE ART OF SOURCING
Some treasures are found. Others seem to find you.
My travels have led me to the most magical places. Through winding alleyways, hidden markets & the most peculiar little shops tucked away from the world. Dusty rooms filled with antiques, forgotten objects & treasures collected over lifetimes.
I'm always drawn to the unexpected. That little piece hiding in a forgotten corner, patiently waiting to be discovered.
There have been moments when even the shopkeepers themselves were surprised, wondering how I'd managed to notice something tucked away on a shelf, with only its chains peeking out…Yes! This happened in Morocco.
Some amulets carry stories of their origins, passed down through generations, their symbolism & purpose. Others have lost their histories somewhere along the way, leaving behind only traces of the lives they once knew.
& perhaps those are the ones that intrigue me most.
The ones whose stories can no longer be told through words, but only imagined, felt & quietly remembered.
There is a certain type of magic in finding something that feels as though it has been waiting for you all along.
04.//
of stone + s p i r i t
Crystals.
Formed deep within the earth, shaped by time, pressure & the elements, I've always love the beauty and mystery of natural stones.
Beyond their colors, textures & imperfections, I'm drawn to the energies & symbolism they've been associated with for centuries.
Stones traditionally carried for protection, healing, love & fertility. Others believed to awaken creativity, strengthen intuition, invite abundance or offer grounding during times of change.
When creating, I choose each stone intuitively, allowing its color, character & symbolic meaning to guide me. Sometimes a piece calls for the warmth of carnelian, the grounding presence of agate or the deep celestial blue of lapis lazuli.
An intertwining of the earth's creations, ancient beliefs & personal intention.
Each stone chosen not only for its beauty, but for what it may symbolize to the soul who wears it.
A glimpse into a life once lived, a memory waiting to be awakened
To me, jewelry has always been deeply symbolic. A form of self-expression, a vessel for prayer, symbols of protection.
An ode to the sacred ritual of adorning ourselves with objects of beauty, meaning & remembrance.
