Collection Playlist #2
Study of a Line
Music to Lift the Weight of Velvet and Expectation
We made a playlist to go with our latest jewellery collection Study of a Line.
It moves between reggae horns and spoken word, honouring our colleague Ebyan who, along with her brothers and her father, Maximilian, were the models for our campaign.
It’s music for thinking deeply while still letting the sun shine in.
Listen to
1st Trumpet - Mafia & Fluxy, The Pharmacist
Because
as does the glowing orb at the centre of this necklace, this track radiates with cosmic cool. Bass and brass orbit one another in slow rotation: like beads, like atoms, like lions. Like two powerful people, sizing one another up in a hidden chamber.
Listen to
Because
it’s the tender sound of defiance. A slow sway. Strength. Surrender. For praying, for longing, for being that girl who knows when to fight and when to call it quits.
Listen to
Once a Lady Told Me - Nikki Giovanni
Because
like the links in this bracelet, we are all part of a matriarchal lineage, with powerful consequences.
Listen to the entire curated playlist, put together by Hannah from the Cleopatra's Bling team, at
A line begins.
Across a canvas or a parchment. In the looping of gold around a finger, in the branchings of a family name which outlasts blood. A study, on the other hand, contemplates and reflects.
It creates room for finer details, whether these be the clasps around a gem, or hands clasped in faith.
Four houses have risen. The House of Canossa, whose matriarch Matilda knelt beneath starry gold ceilings; the Gracchi, sons of Cornelia, whose words shaped republics; the Medici, whose wealth made cold marble come alive; the Borgias, whose secrets unfurled behind hidden doorways.
Study of a Line speaks of lineage. Of rooms within rooms, where antechambers contained and echoed whispered plans. Of cloisters and courtyards, private portraits and public rituals.
Of women who moved beneath the weight of velvet and expectation. Their gestures linger in carved hands, and now, hands that carve.
A line does not end. It turns, returns, begins again.