Berke Anklet gloves Somewhere between an Ottoman palace

Somewhere between an Ottoman palace and a Parisian runway

or a simple round neck that frames the throat without competing

on a morning when the light came through the palms at an angle that made everything look like it was made of something precious

this piece was designed to stand completely alone

because a bag this good deserves jewelry

Berke Anklet gloves Somewhere between an Ottoman palaceTHE STORY Tradition says that Berke was the name of a spirit who lived within the golden sands, leaving a trail of shimmering light wherever she walked. I designed this anklet for the woman who creates her own path, whether its on the cobblestones of a hidden alley or the soft shores of the Mediterranean. Its a piece that doesn't just sit on the skin; it dances with every step, making sure your presence is felt long after youve left the room. THE