No, I didn't whisk down to Miami last week to attend Oro Miami, the Fine Italian Jewelry exhibition. Rather, I've been here in New York freezing my tale off while the ever-fabulous Lynn Furge, Editor-in-Chief of Métier Magazine and Creative Director of LupRocks.com partner Nolcha Network, rubbed elbows with the beautiful (and warm) people! At least she brougth us back the below post:
Things Italians know how to do: add luxurious elements to any tangible object, design and throw a party.
All three came together during OROMIAMI the first edition trade event featuring high-end Italian jewelry.
With prosecco flowing, nineteen designers showcased their pieces in a runway show on Monday evening at the Ritz Carlton South Beach. I attended thinking (just for mere curiosity) how a “jewelry runway show” would successfully take place. How would the attendees see the jewels? What would stand out if models were breezing by so rapidly that an even a trained eye couldn’t guess the stones, techniques etc.
But then as if Donatella herself whispered in my ear “Amora… it’s easy, we’re Italian” my worries were put at bay. The first piece trotted down the runway and even from 15 feet away you could not miss the diamonds, bezel set and draped in a vine pattern.
Okay… now I got it. I was dealing with Italians and nothing in Italy is left undone.
Prosecco still in hand (they re-fill…its lovely) I took my job of looking for the next cross over star seriously. Do Americans still do matching sets? Is there ever such a thing as enough diamonds? I am used to minimalism. I have grown to appreciate one diamond strung across one cord, therefore the strobe effect as each piece passed was over-whelming.
And then it turned the corner. Compliments of Andreoli Gioielli, a lovely chandelier earring (the kind you would see on any star at any red carpet) with a mix of amethyst, citrine and aquamarine so lovely I started to check my bank account on-line.
Some super hip snakes followed in bracelet form by Aurea Venus, which is the hottest thing out there right now. Trust me, I’ve seen them on Cameron and she knows.
And then for the men (because Italians invented metro-sexual even before that was a thing) there is Paparazzi Firenze. The cufflinks are carved like butter with absolute precision and the cross is a sentiment, not a statement. Only something true artisans from Florence could create.