Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again

Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.

Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens

so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.

Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that

first, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.

Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out

someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.

You are not leaving.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.

Intimate surprises
spun
from thin air.

Precious metals
forged
to last an eternity.

Unwavering.
Uncompromising.
Unapologetically bold.
Unlike anything else.

The incomparable thrill
of one-of-a-kind.*

                        / *Alexandra Mor

The sketch that ensues
will soon
be transformed
over the course of many months
into an heirloom.

Painstakingly crafted,
my intention
is that it’s created to remain,
now and forever.
A classic.
For the special woman,
who will wear it.

As a designer,
I have always been fascinated by the interplay
between people and objects of design.
The responses change over the years,
and with this in mind, my collections
become tangible reflections
of my own journey,
as a woman to this day.*

                                     / *Alexandra Mor

We create what we want to believe in.
        
                                                   /Alexandra Mor